Image: © Andreia Abreu Remigio
Author: Andreia Abreu Remígio
I was healing my drought the night your glance got me drunk.
My sky had been a hue of black like a departing storm,
Months of digested desensibilization had me numb and sunk.
But you anchored my heart – and got me dry and warm.
Through sleep’s heavy throb… we now sculpt each other’s effigy
Beneath the gothic peachy light, to swallow me whole is your quest;
As for my hell-worthy purpose and heavenly urgency
Is to brace your beautiful body’s weight on my chest.
The stars I longed for when I was lost at sea, I now see
Glowing in your eyes. Mourning, I tremble and shiver
But not of icy cold weather – for I am carefree!
While certain that I will be holding you as rushes in the river.
Suddenly, my soft tugged sobs that rock our playground
Drown us of worries. Still, you anchor my heart,
And word by word the sorrows go down the drain.
The poets’ invisible string yet holds us bound –
Be assured – whatever the distance forcing us apart.
We’ll kiss the crashing waves away when we meet again.