Volatile

 Some people are ephemeral,

or their will and/or their words.

They don't believe their statements are perennial

but toy with false premises and odds.

Your volatile being moved me like a leaf in the wind,

in a ferocious storm full of anger,

but you couldn't hide your mind

for any longer.

Once you show again your always-changing act,

like a magician putting on a charming show,

I had to run for the facts,

and starting living in the now.

Now I am happy with stability and peace,

being the queen of my own kingdom,

no more fighting to have the Ace

no more helldom.

in your volatile world of war.

New York is forever in your mind

 Since I felt the joy of the eternal party that is NYC,

I have kept it in my mind and my soul.

The extraordinary minds and souls that walk your streets,

drive your roads and bike your sidewalks...

they are all part of me.

I am home in your embrace 

and even more in summer,

remembering that June 29 when I arrived for the first time

to a sweaty and steamy Upper East side

matchbox-size apartment,

that unlocked the best years of my life.

I wish I could remember every detail because I can still smell the DD,

hear the ambulances and the salsa music.

Waiting for someone to wake me up

 You are my spring, just letting the blooming buds

in a blink, go from zero to tumbeling flowers.

I wonder if you are going to remember me,

next time you see the sunset,

if you remember that girl who used

you love them, and yell to the world

"look, look, what a beautiful sunset".

Would you look back back to happy moments,

and noticed they are gone for ever.

I was waiting for someone to wake up,

and you did, to a different world,

or war, PTSD and hate,

of lies, corruption and fallacies.

Now I am awake.

Show me

 Show me your ways 

that will inspire mine

Show me your world,

the one I want to share forever.

Show me every part of you,

the bad the good and everything in between.

Every wrinkle in your skin is a landscape I want to explore.

Show me how you see the world,

and inspire me with your vision,

to share the same mission.

Being your muse

 It was been a long time

Since someone inspired love in me,

But even longer since poems were born 

From my existence.

Inspiring love and art is the pinnacle of my aims,

Knowing that just freely expressing myself 

Can motivate you to write and create

Is the best gift I didn’t know I want.

Thanks for keeping me warm

I want a partner who walks next to me,

holding my hand even on the coldest night,

I am willing to trust the warmth and take my glove off,

sharing that vulnerability that guides you to love.

On the coldest nights when you need the caring cuddle the most

A person who can offer a hand to keep you warm,

who will share their heat, instead of putting their hand in their pockets.

A partner who will love touch as much as you

and will prioritize "US" instead of the only me.

I had lost hope, I was in the middle of a black cold hole,

but your hand showed up out of nowhere

offering me a refuge and a hug.

So I just want to say: thanks for keeping me warm

for seeing my splendor, when others disregarded it.

Seeing the future in your smile

 I love your smile, as the starting point of the laugh

that radiates energy like a newborn sun,

a supernova of happiness and light.

I love your laugh,

loud and full,

genuine and wholesome.

I loved it since the first time I heard and saw it,

how you open your mouth completely,

opening to the universe,

tilting your head backward

and letting your gorgeous hair go lushing freely.

I love your smile so much

that I am afraid I will hate it someday,

I will find it annoying 

and it won't be merry anymore for me.

But love is such a beautiful feeling,

"the best in the world" they said,

so I might need to face my fears,

Look at potential trauma in the face and

just surrender to that heavenly laugh.