DEWDROP

Painting by Marci Mcdonald

Did I tell you

I can kiss your lame body?

It won' be difficult

to grace you with my presence.

Your pain,

your story,

your kids

are all mine too.

Did I tell you

I can't say I love you

easily?

Some words

enslaved me before.

I remember

having been chained while my mistress

whipped me with her forked tongue.

My lovely wounds are here:

can you tamper with them?

You can hypnotize me:

I will be a dewdrop forever.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011