Chiquito dormilón,
I see beauty as we fall asleep
intertwining
not our bodies but
words that confuse us;
I hear swift snoring as we lay
separated
by a bed space
smaller than the time we have with each other;
Chiquito dormilón,
I feel words as you touch me
making love
on a bed that hides our secrets;
I taste sweetness as we peck
a see you later
kiss,
the taste of sweet danger.
Chiquito dormilón,
I smell your scent on me
after I leave you,
reminding me of your slyness,
and like perfume
slowly our memories decimate,
making it only an adventure
and not an everyday reality.
m. raquel medina
Some loves aren’t permanent. Although we wish it to be. How many loves have come into your life without a warning and left the same way? Has that love engraved itself in your mind? Heart? We feel pain and some might say an emptiness when they are no longer there. Our routine or what others might call our love. But know that we can overcome that loneliness and adjust to knowing that there will be someone that will be with you when you lay down to sleep all the way to eating breakfast with you the next morning – becoming an everyday reality.
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