Only the desireless cansee the world objectively,detached from emotion,outcome and need.But what is the meaning of the truthif there is no love in between?

May the cracks in my heart bethe place where I shall plant my tearswhich would rise in blossoms.If they hit me with stones,I’m going to throw at them flowers.As a sign of celebration.The victory of reason over ego.I’ve risen above it all,on the ashes of my old soulthat, as Phoenix, found its wayto light up the Universe.

Love me.As a mother whohad fed you on her breasts.Like a lover whoteased you with them.Like a friend on whosechest you laid yourhead and wept.Love me.

I didn’t know love could dispersewithout making a single seed grow,that longing after you in solitudewould become dearer to methan being in your arms.

The day you reached your pockets,giving me broken shells that I cherishedas the most precious jewels,I hoped that you, perhaps,will find missing pieces of your broken heart in me.I was wrong because you are still looking for them in someone else.

His eyes mimic mine.Sublime beauty marksof a man’s face.Staring and penetrating.Gentle and loving.Salacious.Immaculate.Feeding my hopeand starving my anguish.

If only you were the one I loved first,maybe I’d only suffer from not being ableto love you more.

I covet him.His hot body over mine,sweaty and smelling like grassafter the rain.I want to live that moment of Erosagain and again and again.Never having enough of him,the masculine image of me,a piece of art,unique masterpiece of God,that is calmly sleeping beside me.

Daunted by thedepth of the shallowness of your heart,I chose the wings of freedomto lead me to belief and faith,to the deserted island of my sentiments,of memories that wanted tofeed on the wrecks of the sunken ships…