Female dilemma

Instructed to serve and marry,

We take two steps down

To be considered accomplished.

This success of a moment

Melts with the creamy cake

Embracing us like sliding sand

On a risky tropical beach.

The love ❤

The love out there

Waves and giggles like a child

In my direction.

Am I too old for success?

Am I too workaholic too be hugged?

I am balanced

In this work-life edge.

Warm like bread

The bed is too big for us,

Who search hands and check on each other.

The apartment is too big for us,

Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.

The city is too big for us,

Who share passions and destinations.

The world is too big for us,

Who travel together and fight the two body problem.

Silent hand

I support with my orders,

My leadership annoys you

Yet keeps the boat afloat

And the night tight.

Your silence and complaints

Support me in the days

Of fights and hateful discussions

Worth a soft touch.

Living echo

I am savage today
Like the echo of your actions
Amplified and dissipating.
Your touch of anger
Becomes tight fingers
and hopeless tears.
Your tender hug
Comes straight
And gets amplified in the imaginary future
only I am allowed now to see.

Honey addiction

Like honey and lemon
On my wounds
You protect and punish
My spontaneity and openness
To this world of fake smiles.
I hold you in days of storm
And give you my blanket in days of consolation,
Addicted as I am to your honey.