E na verdade só queria, que sentissem sua falta…jáh era o suficiente…
Just knowing you miss me… sometimes that’s enough.fluttesbitas
Always when I rise to go, your eyes blaze out from a face gone wickedly pale. Edna St. Vincent Millay
You don’t want to hear
that I remember your hands
closing around me,
or how your lips spread open
against me as I kissed you.
You don’t want to think of me
still owning a piece of you,
even if it’s lost
somewhere in the past.
You don’t want to hear it.
But I remember loving you.
The memory of your skin
spread open against mine
is pinned like a butterfly
and hangs behind my eyes.
Works in any language. All you need:
barenaked skin, and a prince
with a shoe fetish. You’re wearing
his driving gloves, and his mama’s mink,
the one they couldn’t bring themselves
to take to Value Village when she shuffled off.
It looks good on you, it suits
your tallow sculpted shoulders, even
the lipstick check mark above your eye.
In Grimm, the sisters hacked off their toes
for a perfect fit. Somewhere, dark browned maidens
croon in moonlight for their cossack prince, but
you clued in
a long time ago. No cherry bloom for you.
No wreaths or ballgowns, just
a cloudy smile
and all those blood stuffed shoes.
Janice Kulyk Keefer, Canadian, born 1952