El Parque Miranda

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El Parque Miranda

En el parque Miranda,

ahí por la colina donde

resbalamos cuando niñas,

donde al mirar arriba,

más allá de la palmera,

nunca morían las estrellas.

Ahí por la piedra cuadrada,

ahí por el teatro que hoy va

a ser destruido,

ahí, más que ser sangre,

nos volvimos amigas.

Jugábamos sin importar

que pronto vendría

el cambio que nos

separaría del viejo parque querido.

Un ave plateada nos llevaría,

y más de siete años pasarían,

hasta que la vida

nos devolviera

las historias de cuando niñas.

Con holas, con sonrisas y

hasta luegos nos vemos ahora.

Ya no como chicas,
pero como cómplices de toda la vida.

A los chicos

les diremos algún día,

que en el parque Miranda

nos reuníamos

a jugar y a mirar las estrellas

atrás de la palmera, y

al pie del teatro ya desvanecido.

Con el rozo del pasto en la cara,

y respirando hondo el perfume

del olvido.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

Sans Péché

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Sans Péché

Lover:

There’s no time to waste

When it comes to our bodies

Touching navels

Touching hips

Touching sides

Feeling inside…

Let me see the rough draft of your silhouette

Let me feel your two sweet metaphors moving to the tempo of

My embrace.

My body is uncomfortable

My tongue is ready to taste and my

My fingers are ready to caress

The very essence of your sex

I wait and see if and my kisses

Cause the

Reaction of your quivering lips

And yes! 

A gentle moan escapes you

And I can’t

Help to draw you near

And to tell you a few things

Only permissible to your ears

That make your

Hips press my pelvis

And your hands touch

Where they shouldn’t enter.

And I hear myself saying no.

Which turns you on even more.

And we’re in public.

But you still approach….

And you get so near…

And you whisper my name

And you tell me

That our bed…

Shinny and inviting,

Is ready for a fluid massacre

And then…

Comme magie, on disparaît

Et on se trouve dans notre

Paradis, et on s’abandonne

Complètement dan notre désir

Et sans un seul mot,

On se dit, que c’est juste nous

Dans l’univers.

Cette fois ci, sans péché

Sans restrictions

On se dévore.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

About Finding Happy

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About Finding Happy

There’s something inexplicable about her laugh;

but that didn’t do me in.

There’s something kind of curious about her smile;

but that didn’t do me in.

Something kind of sexy

Something kind of sensual

Something kind of enticing

about the sent of her skin.

But that didn’t do me in.

It all helped, but…

It was one night that did me in.

Not even a sexual night.

It was the way she spoke to me

in future tense,

so sure about herself,

about how we’d figure it out

together, if my work moved me

somewhere else.

That did me in.

At that moment I knew that

something called happiness didn’t come for me

with a joke.

Nor a smile.

Nor at a day at the beach.

Nor at a day at the lake.

Nor at a day at the movies.

Nor on a bike ride.

Or a walk.

Or a sunny day on a hike.

It came sitting up on a bed

during a serious conversation,

with a

sincere look and a tender hand

holding my arm,

and the sense

that I had a partner

for life,

who wanted to hold me and

ease my worries.

And I realized,

that I would

and wanted to

do the same for her.  

So finding happy for me

was not maybe at first sight.

Not during a hike.

Or bike ride.

It was the moment, when our roots

were established

and I knew

I would love this woman

until the good Lord decided

that

it

was

my

time

to

go.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

Bittersweet

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Bittersweet 

It’s the bitterness to know you

that lets me feel the sweet.

The constraint of the light

versus your uncleansed skin.

The need for the bitter

to experience the sweet.

To have known tart

and to have lived

subpar

to what love intended for me,

tells me today that

you’re right for me.

Because without the bitter

there’s little sweet.

And the sweet brings me here, to my feet,

asking you to stay

and try it one more day,

To counter the bitter

with the sweet.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

Out of Pride

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Out of Pride

A broken promise,

just one promise.

The one thing you said you’d never do,

you did.

Nothing really should’ve happened,

I could’ve just held you and said

that all people make mistakes.

Instead, I treated you like a traitor

and inconsistencies of my brain

took over my voice,

and I found myself spiteful and

out of control,

And tried to teach you a lesson

by holding my eyes closed

pleading that you leave our home.

Ashamed and crying, and without

consolation, I knew your eyes

tried to make contact with my gaze,

and, unsuccessful,

You walked out our door.

What have I done?

And fear set in.

And a weight fell on my chest.

And I was shocked at myself.

And instead of chasing you,

I didn’t call you

just to teach you a lesson.

But all I wanted to do is

get off my high horse and

bring you back home.

But my pride didn’t let me go

and my feet felt stuck,

and I stayed put.

And I tried to convince myself in those few seconds,

that maybe freedom would be best. 

But I know, I just know

I should’ve chased you

and forgiven this ridiculous fault.

I’m not perfect and I should’ve known,

that freedom from you would forever

shackle me to the eternal wall

that my mind explores

wondering

why I let you go.

And my soul morose knows

that there’ll be no more nights of us

looking up at the stars.

Because I made the biggest mistake of my life so far.  

Something I thought it’d be for granted

Now I yield to someone else.
Out of pride.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

What is Ours

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What is Ours 

Over *1000 rights dictate that you and I are not the same kind.

Over 1000 lies you tell your children belong to my life

Go to sleep. Because I bet you didn’t have any problems renting a place

that could easily be denied to my wife and I just because we are the same sex.

When you get sick, be at peace. At the hospital,

your husband and your kids will be there to kiss your head,

while my wife and I will have to sign a million things

before I even get to sit by the foot of her bed.

You want to adopt a child? No problem? Here’s where you sign.

You deny my rights.

But why? What do you keep hoping for?

That we go away?

No chance.

What you think you took away from me

I’m telling you I’ll have

in only a matter of time.

And newsflash!

When they grow up, 

your children won’t care

because they’ll have their own minds.

It’s not a caprice to want to wed.

If it didn’t carry over 1000 rights

we may not want it anyway. 

It’s not a matter or convention.

It’s about not regressing and giving us what’s right

according to the bill of rights.

Change your head!

Take a step

into the world of despair

you don’t think exists,

when we know

we may get killed just by smiling the wrong way

in the wrong part of these United States.

1138 benefits, rights and protections we don’t’ get.

So…

For trying to pass DOMA

and

for saying yes to proposition 8,

you owe us.

But just wait.

Those of us fighting for our rights

will make things fair.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro 

*Needs more research