Suitcase Suite: #7

My little Red Riding Hood

the big bad wolf

devoured you.

He sank his teeth

into 

your tender flesh,

your little cries

he thought

were cries of pleasure,

you tasted so good

he enjoyed

every 

little

bite

of 

your young

unripe body.

And you,

who

always wanted

to run away

with

the 

wolves,

you

pulled 

the hair

of his back

and let out a cry,

a laughter, a sigh of 

relief.

NO MORE GRANDMOTHERS,

PICNIC BASKETS

AND TRIPS INTO THE WOODS.

You are finally

FREE

Suitcase Suite: #6

We consume our love

on beds, 

chairs,

around tables

in shady rooms,

in public spaces,

we dip our fingers

in

the succulent juices

of lovemaking

and 

wash our minds

with the juices

of

the ripe 

autumnal grapes.

Life is a feast.

Drink the wine.

Bite the flesh

and

pull 

the tablecloth

behind you. 

Suitcase Suite: #5

Eternal woman

with her gestures,

her smiles,

her desiring glances.

She passes 

in front 

of 

him

smiling

a red smile.

Then turns away 

pretending 

she 

does not

care.

She leaves behind

the sweetness

of her 

perfume,

a promise,

an invitation

for 

future

encounters,

for long evenings

around

tables

chairs

and beds.

Suitcase Suite: #4

Sometimes I want to be left alone

in a dark room,

all alone

to hide

like a hermit crab

into the shell

of my

thoughts

to 

escape

in virtual visits

to 

other lands

visiting

with beloved ones

or 

just left there

alone

on a bed

looking 

at 

the flight of a fly.

Wall, ceiling, wall...

Time flies

and

flies time themselves

with 

my need

to be

alone.

Suitcase Suite: #3

We plunge 

into

the wine colored sea

 of nostalgia.

Some barefoot, some naked,

with our heads shaved

our teeth gaped and missing

We are growing children

ever changing

like snakes 

who shed

their skins.

Our childhood

now

a fist full of

milk teeth

white and dry,

remind us

of the days

the world was 

a long voyage

to uncharted territory...

"Are we there, yet?"

Suitcase Suite: #2

Round is the moon

but today is only

a thin sliver

hanging

in the darkness.

Playful is the moon,

here today,

gone 

in a few nights.

Winks to me

in its 

fullness.

Soothes me

with

its total absence.

It will come back

again

to play

to smile

to bathe

my naked skin

with

its silver light.

Poems from the Suitcase Suite: #1

Desire 

is like

a butterfly.

Comes suddenly,

touches lightly,

quickly

tickles our senses,

then flies away

having left the fuzz

of its iridescent wings

trapped 

in the folds

of our minds.