Saturday, December 13, 2014

For Me


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For Me.

77 miles of art
I want to paint on your body.

The stars dancing on
Your skin under
a brightly colored
Moon. 

The sky trembles
And the tide
Blushes, when your
Beautiful silhouette
Glides through this
Earth. 

As the night watches
It wishes
It were human
Being so that it can
Enjoy your sweet scent.

The daylight fears
That you are
The star that will
Have the Sun
Bow down its
For a simple touch of your caress.

The constellations
Hear the innuendo
Of my broken
Poetry,
And understand
Why I
cannot speak
When your I feel
The heat of your
Body near my
Limbs.

The air wonders
Where the butterflies
Have flown,
Although it knows
All too well that they
Are all inside of me
When you’re near.

You smile
And the Earth weakens.
Jealous, it
Weeps
And knows that
It has lost me
For a being that
so completely fills
My soul.

And it beckons
The planets
And they try
To stop me,
But the sun  
Rises from
Afar to defend me
And tells them
That it is only natural
For me to love
A beautiful
Venus, and to let me go.
“She’ll be fine.”
The sun pleads for me.

I will write home
And I will sing to the
The galaxy
Apologizing
For following
Everything that is
So romantic.

But it’s too pure and
Clean to not see,
That
The rain poured
This woman down
Just for me.
For me.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

Everyday Valentine


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Everyday Valentine

The powerful theme of your love and
The sweet elixir of your lips
Show up and bless me in the night
Telling me
You want to hold my hand
Through every hurdle in this life.

You have so much love in you
And you are my love.
You are love itself.
In its most exotic, sensual and beautiful self.  

I don’t know if I show you nearly enough that you
Deserve the world
And that
Everything is secondary to our love.

It’s true,
You are my valentine,
But you are much more than one day of love
You are 365 days, sometimes 366,
Of what life is really made of.  
Of makes my heart skip a beat.

Like the arms that embrace me
When I do the dishes,
Or the quiet hands that
charge my kindle when I forget before we go to bed.

Or the affection you show when you have coffee
Ready in the morning,
Leaving me a note telling me just how much you love me.   

All the little things are equal to one big love.
And I notice.
You are my partner, my best friend and my love,   
And we are in this together. 

And everyday of every season,
Especially when there are clouds in the sky,
I’m here to show you, just how thankful
And proud I am
To walk this earth with you
And call you  
My wonderful other half,  
And my everyday Valentine.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

Slow


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Follow me… Slow….

Woman,
Take off your clothes
Because that is not how you were born
Take my fingers through your
Teachings
And show me where I’m reaching
To give you the ultimate preaching
On how a woman should be screaming.

Slow….
Remind me to slow down
To turn ever so slowly each corner of your body
To not touch anywhere but your soul
Because until I get to your true world
My fingers have to first explore
Slow…

Your lips I touch
With my fingertips
Then they travel to unravel
What the nape of your neck is hiding

Where I stop and kiss your stress away,
But only with a shy kiss
That does not allow my tongue to be released
And so it lingers until
My fingers demand to go down
And explore the path of your delicate spine
Slow

I circle your middle back with enough pressure
To reléase a gentle moan out of your breath
Then ruthlessly
My lips slowly trace my fingers’ path

And I continue to your lower back
And I lay you down
And I breathe that you are queen of my Heart
While I caress your hips
And my hands
Land at your navel

Where my fingers and my lips fight
To see which one gets the pleasure of the essence of your sex tonight
Slow….

It is sinful how beautiful you are…

The rest of this poem
Is for my lady and I.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro