Yesterday - Poem by Magdalene Carmen
yesterday the song
you wrote and sang for me tore
through my dress. and there i was
again with you. in dearest
spaces, in certain streets and rooms:
your smell in my hair, my bed,
my skin; my mouth pressed
on your chest, sweet mouth
on your belly and below.
pink skies and purple flowers
fell on us in your mother's garden
where we got scared because
we'd touched the holy grail.
jesus, what if it slipped and broke?
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