Saturday, 16 March 2019


I sit in the bus and I see
A future without me
I sit in the bus and I feel
My cuts and wounds heal
I sit in the bus and I find
An ailing old lady with eager eyes
Staring at me for quite a while
Keen on sitting in my seat
I look at her in denial 
I can't let her take my place
I'm not ready to switch my phase
I sit in the bus and I don't know
Where it is going next
But I know where it is going to go.

Friday, 8 March 2019

I am not a poet
For I can't compose 
the poem of my heart
when I see you smile

I am not an artist
For I can't sketch 
the outline of the beauty
that lies within you

I am not a sculptor 
For I can't chisel 
the sultry curves 
of your voluptuous body

But I am a lover
for I have loved you
and I will love you
forever mi amor