Mis buenos dias


A petal from my anniversary bouquet
with a splat on my page
rewinds time.
1 year, 9 months full
passed off in daisies, roses and lilies.  

Thinking ahead
how to strengthen love
not bending, not watering
it down with doubts. Not over thinking
the abstractness of what can’t be touched
but conceived in actions and feelings.
Mercilessly going after it, unmasked.
After waiting so long and finally receiving it
can’t be still about
freely offering myself to you.



3rd poem of the month, 27 more to go. Support the arts!
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