Forgotten Kinky Dreams



  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

&nbs
p; 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
our 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...