Sounds Like Sin

Generous fantasy emerges from
the dark corner where my moon hides.
Shy dancer of my secret desires
Passer by that waived my heart.


Hedonist mirror of my soul,
intruder of my haunted will.
Aware of my thirst for sin,
I am now possessed by your ghost.


I thought I could touch you like the wind,
without leaving victims by my side.
I was wandering the wrong night,
at the wrong time, in the wrong dream.


Arrogant lion, I rather only play
with the simple sounds of your name.
Platonic delight, I only want to lie
like Sor Juana, the poetess’ way.

Home Dreams

                                                          for Stan

1.

In your dream

my home was surrounded by thick woods

Incomplete yet cozy

You felt the warmth

(Later on you’d say you really were inside me

the home being my vagina)

You walked through it

My unfinished home: the idea I live in, or rather

your idea I live in

In your dream

I am sort of half finished and vulnerable

Pure imperfection

Next morning you shared your dream

and told me

that, once awake, you saw the sign: Take Care

Now I find myself setting that sign firmly
at the entrance of this home of mine

with soft floors and open windows

I do not want to build a fort nor do I wish to be

left out in the open

with no walls to call my own

You’ve made echoes and my echoes glow

Seem to be repeating and yet

the tone is earthlier

the hope is merrier

the word is alien

and the home is me

The house might not even be mine

maybe you were never inside

  

After all, it was your dream.

 

2.

In my dream

we coincided

as it only happens in dreams

When I felt your hand on my back

under my shirt

your voice, which was mine

(after all, it was my dream)

said you couldn’t have

sex no more

without feelings

In my dream I found myself

as in so many of my dreams

in a house where I had never been

So many times I find myself

in my dreams

in large, stuffed houses

Always dark

Maybe in spite of it
my dreams are telling me

which way to find

a house of light 
without confusions.

These 2 dreams were in different languages, in 2 different countries: my dream in Spanish, his, in English. The Spanish version at http://poemasdella-anarca.blogspot.com/