I make ready for seeing
the doctor,
bright streams of water broken into droplets
tie up the lines of my body.
In fact I make ready
for you –
soon enough you’ll be back
and your kisses will skid
on my smooth level body,
still sick.
I Am Still Young
Beyond repair
Soon Enough
I am still young
I am still young, my love
The bus crawls
Memories hang inside me
I level the grave
People gather around him
Soon Enough
I am still young
I am still young, my love
The bus crawls
Memories hang inside me
I level the grave
People gather around him
AuthorDenisa Duran