the question, you say, reflects the answer you seek
when love answers love, joy replaces questions
|Copyright belongs to Magaly Guerrero|
What will you have to show for this life, I ask myself
and wait for the answer only time can furnish
but I don’t have years to waste. This is now.
Memories are stored like dried herbs, still pungent
when crushed in my palm but dry and good only
to season the meat of today when all else is gone. This.
Here I lie upon the silken blanket as sunlight strokes
the curve of my naked shoulder, lights up my hair,
purrs around my breasts and I call for my love. Now.
Further inspiration from Fragile, Natural, Wild with Magaly, and written for The Tuesday Platform.