She Called Me Yogi, D-Girl

D-Girl

Night, is nothing but a shot
I drink by myself
between the four walls of my anxiety
as I contemplate nostalgic eyes
next to a dim lamp becoming
a laminated passage
to my dreams, to my solitude.

Like the dreams I always longed for
maybe if I had held her tighter,
kissed her longer then perhaps
I wouldn't had lost her.

Say good night now
and don't forget to count your blessings
even if she was the only one
and realize how lucky you was
to have even met her
even if you never see her again.

She used to fall asleep in my arms
tied to my hips close to my lips
as if searching for a kiss in the dark.

I used to feel her breathe
during the course of the night
while we drifted apart
like two shipwrecked sailors lost at sea
but when the morning came
we would use the sunlight as a compass
to find each other again.

But I'll always have her puppy eyes
staring back without blinking or,
even thinking just how much I've missed her
along with her nomadic kisses.

Long gone her mementos
that have disappeared in a vault
along with the ashes of this love
and a bill from a place I have never been
the tattoo on her calves, her pouty lips
my D-girl you will always be
even if you never did came to be,
the girl of my dreams
you always were, and always will be.

She Called Me Yogi

I could breathe her from two hours away.
I could taste her over the phone,
yes I could, and,
I could have loved her even if
she was on the other side of the world
I could have loved her still.

If I didn't know any better
I would had thought
that she was Daphne,
the Nymph Greek Goddess and I was Apollo
trying to unearth this bleeding arrow,
so madly in love with a beautiful Laurel.

She called me Yogi Mou,
for reasons unknown.
She had me wrapped around her pinkie toe
Again, who would had thought?
Not even a Psychic could had foreseen it
and she made love with the force and scorching fire of a Phoenix.

I was a fool to think my love could have kept her,
yes I was, and, who would had thought?
like a Tornado she is gone
while I walk through the ring of smoke
she unconsciously leaves behind
and from here to the Pacific Ocean
leaving traces of her broken heart.