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,
slowly.
we - tangled in hopes,
we - playing games
after dawn, after dark.
we - living this
as if we truly care.
karla bardanza
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,
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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