Mañana

by Daniel   Jul 24, 2019


when everyone had forgotten my name,
she rose over me,
stooped atop my lifeless body

she leaves fingertips marooned on my cheek;
her breath broadcasts morning
and I inhale.



for I knew her only as tomorrow,
as a half promise-
she traces my memory with
a crooked stick,

and leaves her kisses softly murmuring
on my cracked lips.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Rob

    Beautiful!

    • 1 month ago

      by Daniel

      Thanks man :)

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