Wednesday, November 3, 2010

St. Martin de Porres (patron of race relations)


if you had told me

the way you feel about

your knees,


I would have stopped

kissing them.


they tasted like honey,

berries, the sugar in between

all your fingers.


I looked at them

as if they were relics,


something you’d

forgotten about.


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