My Dream Last Night

– by The Trickster

In the evening

You rang the bell,

I opened the door

And even when I saw

I asked to be sure

And then I went to you.

Envolving your waist gently in my arms,

You were surprised,

I kissed your face many times.

I brought you inside

And closed the door

Holding you and kissing you more.

Walking like dancers

(I was leading you)

Backward to the room

To show you all I’ve been preparing

All day long

Waiting for you to come.

Missing you

The hours passing by,

I can’t control my mind

To stop thinking about you.

It is true!

I love you more this minute

Than the minute before

And the next minutes even more and more

Deeply inside of my heart,

Missing you each second a lot.

But,

The moment I meet you…

I know our love is true!

From The Trickster to Muse.

For reading with British accent

Day after

By The Trickster

(She’s thought it was for fun

Not imagining she’s the only one).

So come on closer now

Feel my heart beating… And how!

Listen closely to my whispers in your ears

My lips beside your lips

For the first day after’s morning kiss.

With you days after we’ll have

Tomorrow and after,

Each one still better.

Yesterday night and the day after

And after, every time better.

Keeping me deeply there inside

Your body, your soul, your mind…

For the day after yesterday

Then tomorrow, and the next day after

Forever and ever getting better.

ODE TO EBE

I. She has an incredible skin

I wanted so hard to kiss

What I love about her

Is that smile I miss.

II. She has a hot body

Hiding her shy happiness,

What I love about her

Is the will for kindness.

III. She has intelligence,

Ten virtues to be fair

What I love about her:

The yellow sun hitting that hair.

With care,

The Trickster

(In a cloudy day, no wind, no magic spells).

Da nova série neste blog: Sociedade dos Poetas Anônimos. Poetas que não divulgam seus nomes. Pseudônimos e heterônimos. Textos descobertos por acaso.

Poem by The Trickster

I heard the low echo of sounds 
Between shadows and walls 
She noticed it was loud. 

And felt my eyes of desire 

I’ve tried so hard to hide
My burning consuming fire. 

I should have held her tight 
Before leave her for good
To keep things all right. 

I have lied for her 
But everything I did was
To keep the sounds lower.


By: The Trickster

Da nova série neste blog: Sociedade dos Poetas Anônimos. Poetas que não divulgam seus nomes. Pseudônimos e heterônimos. Textos descobertos por acaso.