2 acessos
Listening to muffled footsteps of those brushing
Reaching grasses
Seeing the last letters of my name, faded and shy
Imagining us clasping hands in holiday
Imagining you growing older
Somehow more beautiful
Surrounded by your children and children’s children
The midnight blue of your calmness like evening
Chamomile, peppermint
Eyes as morning rosewater
I’m shrinking into your gown, tearing the pink linen
Of your belly, burying into your abdomen, and
Sewing the seam of your skin