They say your body has memories,
but you seem to have lost yours.
I don't.
I still got mine,
and they sometimes burn just like a sun;
they first, do so in the mind,
sneak in my heart,
then on my palms,
to tear down through these eyes.
Aha.
My body has memories of you,
my body knows who you are.
My body knows who you are,
tho I never did it after all.
(2018).
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Pétalos en Invierno
PuisiUn corazón roto. Una mente corrompida. Un alma perdida. Unos dedos... intactos. [Compilación de poemas y pensamientos en español e inglés.] Obra registrada en Safe Creative. ®
