Mari Sánchez Cayuso

Tender Architecture

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Mari Sánchez Cayuso

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Tilt my throat to the sky

As if I belong to the sun

Not to be chosen

Not to be touched

But to be taken

By something

That does not ask

My name

But here

Light arrives

Like a blade

I do not flinch

I let it see me

And my pulse that has carried

Too many unsaid things

I have been quiet

In rooms

That did not deserve me

I have folded myself

Into smaller weather

I do not lower my face

I do not hide

The tender architecture

Of being alive

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4 responses to “Tender Architecture”

  1. Bill Friday Avatar
    Bill Friday

    The self-reflection shines, bright as noon, soft as sunrise, more sure than the last light of dusk.

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  2. Michael Sammut Avatar
    Michael Sammut

    Sublime poem.

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    1. Mari Sánchez Cayuso Avatar
      Mari Sánchez Cayuso

      Thank you Michael 🙂

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      1. Michael Sammut Avatar
        Michael Sammut

        You’re welcome, Mari.

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