Days of the Week

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Days of the week

On Monday…

You taste like honey, goddess,

Your skin takes like holy milk from the jar of a nymph

And I’d like to kiss your lips

But you tease me with a gentle brush against my skin  

And then I come at you and all you can do is

Wink.

Tuesday

Coffee. I need coffee after last night

Sometimes I like it bold and beautiful with no sugar added

But sometimes I need it

Sweet with honey, tasting you with my tongue first so that I don’t get burnt

By your sweet disguise of good tasting pomegrate mint in my mouth

Wednesday

I need

Juice, my lips taste you and realize the eagerness of your delectable affection

To be in my mouth is really all you want

And yet I sip you slowly and let you linger in my taste buds

Thursday, I need water, I drink you whole

I never care how you go down, just that you do,

And that you let me devour you in one sip.

Your refreshing fluid, down my throat, penetrating my core.

Friday

Yogurt

I need something hearty to stay fresh on my lips

While I go through today

Thinking about the things that will happen to you la-ter

Come! It’s time

Five O’clock has arrived

And you. Are. Out of luck.

You’ve made me imagine

For five days

Which way I will

Drink you down first.

And now

You have no chance

To go to sleep

Tonight.

 ©2014 Cassandra Huidobro 

Makeup

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Makeup

The methodology of putting your makeup on is a skill.

It’s amazing how you take care of your external femininity.

Somewhere in the middle of your blush and your mascara,

you turn and wink,

and woman I sink,

because there’s nothing more beautiful to me,

than the silent understanding

between you and I,

that you are my only one.

The brush of your blush,

the shine of your gloss,

the allure of your eye shadow,

all reveals your exquisite taste

for looking great

and chasing after the day.

Your perfect exterior only highlights your strength.

But at the end of the day,

when you take your makeup off,

you are the simplest form of art.

You wash it off and

you begin the change,

from super woman to

a normal, perfect girl.

You take off your heels

and you undress,

leaving behind the stress of your day.

In your pajamas with your makeup off,

the switch catches me off guard

and leaves me breathless every time,

because you’re delightful to watch.  

Your incredible beauty

and your admirable courage

come from your heart,

radiating

to the naked eye,

and at the end of the night

I get to see you just as you are.

Whether the sun is shines or the moon is bright,

my eyes rejoice

and my heart feels home,

because I get to see you

makeup or not.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

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