Forgotten kinky dreams
by
Mayday Bovary
Copyright @ 2015, Mayday Bovary
Original cover by Bhanuwat Jittivuthikarn
Table of contents
Faces and figures
Insomnia
Addiction
Bullfight
Déjà vu
I bear witness to trees' fingers
A Kama Sutra Lesson
Wired Feelings
A man that is not mine
The poet's fingerprints
The feather effect
As we go along
Longing
Among others
Not sad enough
Haunting
The forgotten dream
Hard
Quelling
Faces and figures
Faces and figures
Face us and figure
Figures that shouldn't be
Faces A faces B
Hushed lures
Shapes' appeal
Distort, impair, disappear…
Dissension between the towers
And the bishop got the power
At first sight
A man afloat
Brought out a boat
Ships capsize
Wide open eyes
Whole confusion, whole confusion
Seas seem to turn to black
Reality or illusion?...
I doubt about details, but,
Never about the might of skies.
Spirits, bodies, come back to me
Settings, arenas, scenes
Haunt me, haunt me…
Do as you please
Stay
If I ever get dismissed
My dear, my dear,
I had still loved your slap
And above all
Your last kiss
Insomnia
You surround me with the night
As your body lies down along the length of the night and its width
And its depth...
You surround me with your voice, and illusions…
You revive the yearning inside of me
And the forgotten longings
So I suffer sweetly
You wake me up from my monotonous sleep,
You take off that heap of hay that covers me,
And free the quelled scream inside my throat
I beg you
To go out of my night
To go out of my wound
Let me sleep!
Addiction
I got addicted to you and it's over now.
Or has it just begun?...
So stick your presence into my veins like an anesthetic golden needle.
And stick your tongue into my chest so that my heart wakes...
Bullfight
Since that time I've been waiting
In that dark room behind the door,
I heard people having fun and singing,
At the end of the corridor
Someone had touched the bolt
I was thrown into daylight
I saw brass bands and barriers
And people all around
At first I thought
I only had to run
But there was no through road
The game had just begun
They closed the door behind me
They were afraid that I reverse
I must get that flamenco dancer
Otherwise I would be cursed
I can still remember
That cactus-lined street
Why would I have to tremble,
In front of that puppet, that creep?
I'll catch him with his sombrero
I'll make them turn like the sun
Standing ovation for the hero
The bullfighter is a woman
I've already chased ghosts
I've even touched their ballet shoes
They hit my neck so hard
To make me bow and loose
Where do these acrobats come from,
With their paper costumes?
I've never learned to fight dolls
As slain, they turn to fumes.
I hear them laugh as I groan
I hear them dance as I succumb
How could people have that much fun
Around a tomb?
Déjà vu
I recalled you as spears were going off from me
And as white butterflies were flying away from my flowing blood.
So I wanted to kiss the swords
Just because
They sparkled like your shining smiling mouth..
I bear witness to trees' fingers
Here comes the river of time to sweep you away.
Trees are shaking their ghostly windy arms
Farewell is drawn on clouds, in green color
Birds are yelling with their broken beaks
And I am looking at the water flooding your face
It was once my lighthouse
I say nothing… but I yawn..
I got used to that scene
I knew since the beginning
That I found you to loose you
That I loved you to miss you…
We met by chance
As you were going to your glory's joy
And as I was coming back from my boredom.
We were two arrows going in opposite directions
There was no way out of goodbye, as well as our encounter...
I am letting you go with a little pang
As the moment we crossed each other,
The whole world shined for a while,
Like sudden thunder lights the sky
I saw my fragile reality
And your ironic reality, then…
Still love rained warmly
So we melt in the storm
And elements thought we'll never be apart...
It was nice that we met
And it is soothing to split up ... and enter the yawning
A Kama Sutra Lesson
With two crystal glasses on your table
Wait for her
With three perfume drops on your chest
Wait for her
With the red purple fading sun kissing the horizon
Wait for her
With the patience of a horse used to mountains' slopes
Wait for her
With seven pillows stuffed with light clouds
Wait for her
With the flame that lights your candles
Wait for her
With your male smell filling up the room
Wait for her
Don't hurry
So if she’s late
Wait for her
And if she’s early
Wait for her
And if she’s on time
Wait for her
And don't frighten the birds on her braids
And wait for her
As she sits at ease
Wait for her
As she breathes your room's air
Wait for her
As her dress rides up her legs
Wait for her
Take her out onto the balcony
To show her a moon flooded in milk
And wait for her
Don't look at the dove twins
Sleeping on her chest
And wait for her
Caress her hand smoothly
As if you were removing some mist
And wait for her
Talk to her
Like a flute talks to a scared violin's string
And wait for her
Shine her night hour after hour
And wait for her
Until the night tells you that
The both of you are the only left.
Take her slowly then
To your desired death
And Wait for her...
Wired Feelings
Last night, as I was reading your instant messages on my screen, I started shivering... So I closed my eyes, took your words' hand, and found myself running in fields of wild flowers, smelling the tang of the grass in the air and hearing waves hitting rocks... Then I climbed a hill and saw a white little house, a lamb, a black rose, a spring, children playing and a tree... I run to that tree, entered it, melted down and flowed through its roots into the sand… Smelling the sand -your smell- felt so good... And I shouted at you: I'M YOURS!...
Suddenly, the screen burned out and the keyboard turned to ashes under my fingers...
A man that is not mine
I curse that blessed moment,
When my boat collided with your island
And broke into pieces,
And took delight in crumbling,
And got fond of your shores...
I curse that blessed moment,
As I flow like a river
Underneath a rainbow that is not mine,
To dream about a man that is not mine...
The poet's fingerprints
He signed his poem and dedicated it to me.
Then he signed the sea,
Signed the horizon,
Signed the trees, the flowers and the birds,
Signed the sun, the moon and the rain drops,
Signed the sidewalks, the cafés and the children's laughs,
Signed my pen...
Then he signed me
And walked away…
He left his fingerprints on the night's body.
So it gave birth to the stars...
Now I see a tree running,
A fish walking on the sidewalk,
A turtle taking off its shell and hurrying like a rabbit,
And I see cats dancing with mice in peace and harmony...
The world kind of changed a little bit...
Does that mean I'm head over heels..in love?..
The feather effect
Move a step closer.
Get near.
You know,
Sometimes first impressions
Do not show what's real.
And my shyness, dear,
Does not mean that I fear...
Don't ask me why I touch the horse
When I'm afraid of the neigh.
Don't ask me why I'm cold
When only two hills and a bush
Are left between us, on your way..
Move a step closer
And you'll see,
How sweet death could be,
Between wake and sleep,
Between laugh and weep,
Between dressed and nude,
Between libertine and prude...
Start from the first line
If you think you can read
All that's written in my mind..
Start from the first hip
If you think that's the way you should follow
To discover the front of my body
And behind..
Start from the summit of the first breast,
If you're fond of vertigo,
If you think you're ready to slope and climb..
Start from the lips
And go down,
If your sixth sense tells you
That’s the first of the seven keys
You’ll have to find...
As we go along
I'm writing you pure words,
I'll erase all the crossings-out,
And on that sheet of paper, I'm about
To circle your mistakes
And rub them all out,
As we go along..
It's not a work of literature,
Nor some lyrics of a song.
It's just a reading play,
Few stolen moments flying away,
As we go along..
And when my message arrives,
Make sure you read between the lines..
You'll see that
With almost nothing at all,
We can go very far...
Just knock on my window and
I'll open the door...
I'm not really sure,
Whether you may endure..
As, from your eyes, a splash could gush,
While you read me in a hush,
As we go along...
And if my message comes at time,
With almost nothing at all,
We can go very far...
For a while, you'd be mine...
And
With your hands
You’d lower my neckline
Unknot my ribbons and my bands
As we go along..
And
With our hands,
We’ll draw all the plans,
To get inside each other's lands,
As we go along...
I'm writing you distilled words,
I've erased all the crossings-out,
And on that sheet of paper,
I've rubbed out my own faults,
As we go along...
Longing
You're only you...
Nothing more,
Nothing less...
Why do you have to be a smoke
In a lamp that hardly lights,
While the fire around,
Is merely used to amaze,
Or catch flies...
And I'm just me,
With a little drop of sadness...
I'm as real as
My presence from a distance, regardless
Of how far...
And I know that a cloud would be
Enough for you to pull off my dress,
Like you've never undressed a goddess before...
Just like you,
I'm longing for the taste
Of the melting sensation,
Between the sign and the line,
When bodies turn into shapes
That fit together...
I'm longing for a little bit of life,
For the beauty's fever...
And for the elated feeling
That someone's waiting
Behind the door...
And I'm longing for
The you and the me
Becoming
The two of us...
And more..
Among others
And to confess it all
To the whole world.
The earth,
The trees,
And the sea's waves,
Among others...
And to not forget.
The sad times,
The absence,
And the moans,
Among others...
And to not sink into
The emptiness of
Lassitude,
Nothingness,
And vain hours,
Among others...
And
As long as there is you.
Faraway,
Elusive,
And hazy,
But real,
There will still be dreams
And few drops of ecstasy,
Among others...
Not sad enough
Some thoughts sometimes may
Seem to be tinted in black and grey
Fed by our derisory hope and illusion
And things that throw us into confusion.
Things that we seldom talk about
Like true emotions
And feelings beyond doubt...
Beyond pride, recognition and glory,
The last question at the end of the story,
Remains "how about running away?",
Despite the fear of going astray...
Some nights sometimes may
Seem to be not black enough nor grey
Fed by o
ur spleen and something like
A tear dropping from a fading candle light...
Haunting
Just a little bit further...
Few months should be enough...
I'm almost dead...
Few further months and I’ll be done...
Suppressing the traces...
Every single trace...
All the remaining scraps of feeling...
Finally having a piece of ice instead of the heart...
And even if I improve myself...
It will still be haunting me...
Even broken drunk and jagged...
It is still haunting me...
Over and over again…
Loosing the slightest sense of emotion...
Unconscious...
Mineral...
Not even feeling the smallest desire,
Nor the smallest fear,
Nor the slightest pain...
And Although I improve myself...
It is still haunting me...
Even knowing that I'm wrong,
It is still haunting me...
Over and over again…
Alive but dead...
Just an empty body
With a shallow mind...
No longer caring at all
About your absence that is tearing me..
About your body going into hers,
His body in mine,
My body and yours...
Still haunting me..
Still killing me..
Over and over again…
The forgotten dream
Forgotten, as if you've never been.
Like a bird with broken wings, forgotten.
Like a deserted temple.
Like a passing love.
Like a weeping rose in the darkness of the night, forgotten...
And now, as you wake up,
You remember the swan lake you saw in your dream.
Did you see that swan dancing?
Did you hear it scream?
Did you see it spread its wings?
Did you believe for just one second it could fly?
Did you only notice the curse that is stuck behind?
So you think you saw a phoenix...
Did it call your name from above?
You think you saw the dawn...
Did it rise through the fingers of the one you love?
Did you touch the dream with your own two hands?
Or did you just let the dream dream on its own...