Selected Poems
First fruits
There is a blush on the cheek
sunsets on the skin of
sweet mangos we shared.
There is a blush on the cheek
tears on your skin, bitter, when
You and I stopped being us.
There is blush on the cheek
soft skin of a new baby
not born between us.
There lies a pit of tragedy
sunsets on the skin of
sweet mangos we shared.
There is a blush on the cheek
tears on your skin, bitter, when
You and I stopped being us.
There is blush on the cheek
soft skin of a new baby
not born between us.
There lies a pit of tragedy