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

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