Love Poem

Draw me again
to nameless things
because they are the soft ones.
simple as a stone
simple as yesterday.

selves made of cotton,
your mouth close to the universe.
poems falling from chrysanthemums
and sunflowers.
a shelter beneath your smile.

gentle words, pink sweet images,
kind metaphors between my breasts.
your hands turning my rhymes
upside down slowly,

we - tangled in hopes,
we - playing games
after dawn, after dark.

we - living this
as if we truly care.

karla bardanza

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