Saturday, March 02, 2019

I choose you...

2 de marzo '19

I’m sorry… 
for being afraid, 
for not being strong, 
for not trusting the universe, 
for doubting your words, 
for not being able to fully see your actions, 
for breaking down, 
for not being man enough,  
for needing reassurance, 
for getting reassurance and yet being unable to let go of my fear, 
for needing a hug, 
for wanting you here, 
for being selfish and not wanting to share you, 
for having wounds and scars, 
for not fully seeing you, 
for doubting myself, 
for not recognizing my self worth… 

I hope you understand it’s hard for me… 
I have my own story… my scars… 
Though you’re like no woman I’ve ever been with… 
I still think I can end up coming on the short end, yet again… 
I love you! 
And there’s nothing holding me back from shouting that I do,
but the fact that you’re not free…
and if I do so, if I let it show… 
I’ll only end up hurting you! 
So, I can only love you in secret, 
Cause there’s someone else in that position, 
Still wearing the crown of being your love…
And that is hard… 
because it’s one of the reasons for my scars… 

But I choose: 
To believe in you, 
To trust you, 
To see you, 
To recognize the love that there is, 
To trust the universe, 
To trust love, 
To see myself, 
To recognize my worth, 
To let go of my wounds and scars, 
To go beyond fear, 
To open up, 
To love, 
I choose you!


Rodolfo Carrillo M. 

Monday, January 02, 2017

De más a menos...

2 de enero ‘17

Mi dedo recorre la silueta de tu hombro,
dulce sentir de la suavidad de tu piel,
me recuerda el placer del caramelo.

Tus rojos labios apenas entre abiertos,
un solo suspiro desde lo profundo,
deseo de interiorizar el momento.

El suave calor de todo tu cuerpo
hace de este, nuestro lecho,
un hermoso nido de cielo.

Un cosquilleo en mi rostro,
resultado del dulce roce
de tu largo cabello.

Dos corazones latiendo
como una danza tribal,
a un ritmo intenso.

El centro del pecho,
completo, abierto,
profundo, lleno.

El canto de tu voz,
Tus palabras,
Tu aliento…

De más a menos,
solo resta,
silencio.


Rodolfo Carrillo M.