YOU ARE
Like the sea
You write me
Inhale me
YOU ARE
A cold-lipped, deliberate, blue animal with a memory for bone
Taking my scattered language
My driftwood vows
My soft, collapsing promises and worries
In your mouth
YOU ARE
The shore
Over the paleness of a white page
Dragging me across it line by line
Until my silence leaves a mark
I have seen your tide
Bending the nudeness of my body
Like something hungrier
Something that loves the undoing of my hands
Ruining me
Making relics of what I have tried to forget
To be continued . .
Mari Sánchez Cayuso 
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