Multiverse, cosmic ballet of infinite possibilities,

Under the veil of stars, the moon questions me,

Does it exist somewhere, in infinite space,

Universes that reflect mine, by divergent balances?

The immensity of the cosmos whispers the promise,

Of a mirror universe, another version of ourselves.

Since childhood, these theories have bewitched me,

Sometimes, the mental effort obdens me, migraine of the mind.

Even today, I question this elusive reality,

The ropes of the cosmos unite natural forces,

Opening hidden dimensions, universes parallel to our sight.

Search after research, the ephemeral desire to know, never satiated.

I contemplate the moon, whisper to the star, my heavenly beloved,

What secrets do you keep, what answers to my nocturnal questions?

Ethereal is my quest, of course, but the mystery attracts the curious soul,

In a world similar to ours, would I have a sister of spirit?

Free me, they tell me, to soothe the tormented mind,

But these thoughts, I remember them, this endless struggle.

Is it wrong to question yourself, even if it defies reality?

The scent of petrichor, embodied hope, intoxicates me with theories.

Under the sky, I feel a deep void,

In search of the truth, hoping that everything is not illusory.

An insatiable hunger for knowledge embraces me,

Each thought triggers a gentle and intense euphoria.

Like enjoying a dish of spanakopita,

Ineffable sensations, yesterday again,

Looking for answers, unable to stop,

It is my passion, my eternal quest for knowledge.

The midnight came
With a glowing full moon
Nothing about it tame
Cascading light into my room

The world fell silent
Not a soul in sight
As if every star in the sky was compliant
In this conspiracy of the night

The peace engulfs me
Taking me into a serene state of mind
The sound of the waves of the nearby sea
Finally audible after a day of being undermined

The possibilities endless
Of what I could do with this time
With a holiday from a mind that’s always restless
I could dance, sing and rhyme

The calm lonely night
Threatens to disappear as soon as it began
And as I wake up with the sun shining bright
I wait for the midnight to come again

Then renewal enters--
After the longest winters,
Strengthened setting sun.

I’ve been at the helm on a rudderless ship
lost in a mercurial sea of deficiency
I could fly by the sit of my pants
with a suitcase already packed
on any given day
at any given time
at any given place
I was where I wanted to be
seeing who I wanted to see
doing what I wanted to do
despite my responsibilities as a father
or having to face the daunting tasks
that appeased my current girlfriend(s).
having no structure and no plan,
life was a timeline of formidable prospects.
I rather enjoyed it
quite nicely.

You poured your breath like warm wine onto my skin,
And it seeped into every crack I had never shown you,
Until I was wet with something older than the wine.
Your fingers like long branches of hunger, touched me like a map you had burned before,
Tracing my neck down to the valley that experienced dips of gasps.
My mind was eclipsed by something black,
Not from fear, but from the depth of falling into something darker than sleep
And deeper than prayer.
Your lips poured ancient hymns into mine and took my aches with each kiss,
Until I lost myriad pieces of myself that were never meant to be kept.
Your hands gripped the curve of my hips and lifted me,
Not as a man lifts a woman, but as a storm lifts the sea,  
I was no longer mine, but just a wave offering surrender.
When your tongue descended to the tremble of my belly,
And found the silk between my thighs, I wept into your hair.
I arched to worship the moment when
I was fully seen, fully consumed, fully remembered.
Your dark eyes looked into the center of me in a way that made my shadows blush into redness.
It was the holy fire between two sinners who forgot to ask for forgiveness.
I gasped, I trembled, I vowed as each wave took a part of me to heaven.
Finally, the room melted into sound and salt, and you breathed again on my damp skin.
I laughed in the dark as you whispered, “How can love live in the heat of such ruin?”
Because this wasn’t ruin.
It was resurrection.

My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.

My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.