…when We Meet Next… - Poem by Emu Getachew
I know now and even before you uttered those words,
that I will not speak language
but through my eyes
you will know that you were missed
and through my lips
I will seal your breath inside me forever.
Through your holds
you will know that I have come home.
Through your touches
I will know that I’ve been transformed into a woman.
To love you is an experience equal to death
and yet I don’t know how to love or die
but I promise you this; when we meet next time
the “I” will die and i will morn in you forever, my mirror!
© Emu Getachew, April 1,2011
Dedicated to all Tuesday!
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