Awakening

Hola Everybody…

I’ve been sick. Today is the first time since Thursday night that I could actually get out of bed for a significant amount of time. I think I had a nasty flu. My whole body hurt. Thankfully, I seem to have turn the corner. 

Gawd, I haven’t blogged in so long… 

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Nows [no. 32]

Your sleep:

I have watched you wake --

a spectacle,

an immediate vision of honesty.

Your long legs

yawn open

and your arms reach out

for a missing star.

You are reluctant,

deserting your dream,

surrendering to the pink wound

of a new day.

And you reach out for me,

silently, without a plan,

and it is enough.

Your touching me

will always be enough.

It says what no poem

will ever say,

what no words could ever tell me.

 -- Edward-Yemíl Rosario

 From: Full-Frontal Angry Love Poems