If you come back
I will breathe in and kiss
Every corner of your mouth
I will bathe your hair
Down your toes
I will anoint perfume
Those hands that fall to the ground
I will brush your chest
Let my hair curl on every pore
So they throb with your heartbeat
I will hug you
And let your lips taste
How long I have sat and waited
For you to come and carry the luggage
In my heart,
My hurts
When you left
If you come back
I will whisper and confess
Words of my prayers
When every night I cry
I will tell you stories under a tree
While we’d watch stars glide
Till we tire and close our eyes
Holding each other’s hands
And even if your hands are cold
I wish I were there
I wish I were there -
And wait here
No more.
Rosalinda Flores Martinez
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