Quisás Así

nos hemos hecho
viejos, sabes, y todavía
te escribo poemas

yo me parezco a mi
mamá y tú
me asustas en lo
igualito que eres a
tu papá cuando
primero lo ví

se nos salió
todo mal, debo decir
o quizás
así es el verdadero
amor eterno

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Embrace

swallow me
with your mouth
swallow me
with your arms

open wide and take me
down

bury me
in your belly
press me
to your heart

(hold me like a baby
hide me like a seed)

Fear of Poems

i am afraid of the poems
the fingerprints
they may leave on
my body
the little tiny bruises
red marks
on my neck

they knock on my door
in the night

they call me on the phone

i am sleeping with my
husband and pretend i
do not hear them

i am afraid
of the poems

i know their ways

if i let them in
the guilt will be
read on my face