show me
your sins
display them before me
so I can understand
why the constellations in your back seemed to be carved with knives and not stardust
why the flowers in your hair had to find a way to bloom again after being withered
why the speckles in your eyes, those wonderful specks as freckles below your eyelashes have suffered so long
why your cheekbones can broke hearts
why your hands can be gentile because they've known hands that haven't
show me
your errors
show me your smile
show me
you.
YOU ARE READING
tender vinaigrette
Poesíagive me a linen kiss show me how to remember the tenderness of your skin Copyright-© all right reserved cammila 2018
