i can only map the words
you have left me, the shade
of sunsets
sinking in my flesh.
i recognize the voice
of someone in the dark
scanning the night
with hands as soft
as their theories of eyes.
i return to you now
the lyrics you woke
in me, the very facts
you told everyone about —
my marked name, the face that bears
the scars of the moon,
even the details of how i should occur
and all the burnings in-between.
Copyright © 2012, Edwin M. Cordevilla
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