You
Seek me
Like a myth
Your hands
Fallen stars
Made up of punctuations
Leaving me
Speechless
With no reason
To wait
In this
Inflectional morpheme
You call, love
Author: Mari Sánchez Cayuso
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e·pit·o·mize
I am
Foolishly
Fragranced
By the way
You made me feel
Sir, you leaned
Bursting open
All my wounds
It must’ve been
Your wisdom
With women, like me
Mounted on brows of men, like you
Epitomizing, secrets over strength
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Cover of a poem . .
Familiarity
And wants
In this existence
Just, lives here
Digitally tucked
In a forever
In this valiancy
And under
An extremest sun
I squint
Seeking
God’s own words
Instead of my own
How wondrous of me
Desiring to be
No less than
A cover of a poem
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Entanglement
As much as I
Perceive the future
Its architecture
Comes to me
Most purest, splendid
Comparable to a womb
Shining down
From heaven
But in this present
I witness
And swear
Our brevity
Is a rigorous rhodium
Uttering love
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Tauromachy
God made you
Out of a clay
One granule
After another
Exquisite
Reversed
Intelligence
It is possible
We loved
While strolling
Upside down
Indeed, we have
I have observed you
Light suited saluting
A formidable crest
Please, hush now
Here comes silence
In this bright applause
-Man
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When I can’t sleep . .
I think of color
Conte technique
Over this pillow
I shade pebbles
Greater than your hands
Scattering through debris of seeds
In a place with so few trees
Hearing your echo intertwined with mine
What is ‘this’ passion
If you can’t meet me halfway
Sometimes
You feel like a void
That I follow
Without following you
A portraiture
The tonality
Of a single text
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Instant
You make my flame slow
It’s not what I give that smokes
To draw what we both can’t kill
In this mackerel atmosphere
I love you
Down tidily
Waist deep
Men like you
More absolute
A general liberty to sting
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Realities
My dad would always tell me, repeatedly.
‘You don’t pick the wrong men, they pick you’
This always resonates when finding myself in that sort of situation.
I’m quite imperfect couldn’t keep a marriage, not for lack of trying.
Tried to give my sons the illusion of balance. That didn’t last, it was soul crushing.
My sons are now grown men, and have a clear understanding of my side of the story.
Yes, there are two sides.
A high percentage of women leave – to live – not to be with someone else.
I’ve lived, loved, and raised two men.
Empty nest, feels loud.
Their happiness and relationships, validates all efforts.
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Personal
My first ink experience was 26 years ago.
Will never forget my parent’s faces, over a tiny butterfly on ankle.
Dad would say ‘do you want to be a walking newspaper’
After 18 months of metastatic cancer and home hospice he parted to a dimension of familiarity, lush greenery filling his lungs with oxygen.
I grieved, and edited every square inch of my arm, as my mental health spiraled.
At times I regret the crowdedness of colors.
A tabloid – I suppose.
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Incandescent
familial • ashes
surrounding its coast
superb • is to forget
because •
in this • geology
anonymity is defeated
by flamboyant royals
their vast sweeping branches
its flowering habit
embracing an entire island
that has lost all hope
– Cuba 2026
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Vocal
At dusk
I become
Part of him
Quietly placing
Dishes in suitcases
Light yellow
Leather tones
Such a sense of grief
When you cover my eyes
And show me
The inside of your world
Fresh footed staircase
Spiraling sideways
Onto the longest corridor
Linear shadows
Of a once lived home
I am not indifferent
To your pain
-
I have observed
How delicately you swallow
Swear this is true
The air in this room
Becomes a yes
For I have no reason to say no
Were flesh was involved
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Hero
The fire you create
Keeps me up at night
Suspended, perhaps
In this tonality
My soul, alone
Fears reciprocity
I am a – faithfullest
We can’t be friends
Intimacy too lit
Feels like an infidel
In this physiology
I am no longer
The protagonist
It’s you, your heart
It’s pulsing valves
Such regurgitation
For a man, like you
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My mind. .
Dilutes memories
Like light, steadfast
And sufficient
When I dare to see
I ache in a dwelling
That’s too proud
For love . .
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What about us
Lustful is unlikely
Traces of your skin
Lingers my hands
We have flown
In this structural paradise
Seeking light
Out of storms
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Everyday
i pass by
the oldest
mountain
denying
every stain
of rain
i should have resolved
the tactics of my faith
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Ellipse
I feel safe
In his space
It’s hiving here
Buzzing latitudes
Bewildered, by
His skilled heart
Endless design
Circling me
Like an ellipse
In this parameter
We make a little house
Overburdened with joy
-
With you
Splendor
And truth, alone
Rings more in me
My thighs become
Weak, invisible
And with this wonder
Spring soars in me
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Ether
Truth
Has
No
Season
When
It
Comes
To
Us
Sir
How
Do
You
Sleep
Without me
Our chemistry
In this velocity
Like ether
Over me
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109
Orbits of grace
At the in’s of me
Right here
I fall
110
Times a day
Like something
That still glows
Tucked, under
A single address
My land of traumas
Heightened with fear
A place that holds
My childhood
So terrifyingly
Deciphering torment
And the inability
To seek help
From people
Who watch you
Fall, in less dirt
Painful terrains
This is Cuba – 1979
Martyrs of disguise
Making parenthood
Less fiable
As everyone
Is too busy
Surviving
Their
Own
Imprisonment
I’ve been
A lonely walker
For decades
This life
Has taught me
To believe
That above my name
There is a vacancy
A beautiful sky
With blue lips
That speak for me
Making peace
For the rest
Of my existence
Like a road
That is long
Yet spangled
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Glass
you, in the flesh
(i) – in glass
too much exactitude
for my soul to hide
that you’ve lived
– in my ribs
on your own terms
silently wanting me
while (i) felt nothing
But – no’s
you, in the flesh
i – no longer in glass
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Tell me
If time is love
How many corners
In a heart
That is burning
In entanglement
Too deep
Too loyal
To ever be
Afraid
Of you
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Dear love . .
you hang
your darkness
on high trees
while I stand
in enough water
for fish to survive
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With You . .
I am
Unsure
Of what I feel
You taught me
Strength
The
Unimaginable
Kind
Circumstance
Brings me here
A place where I can
Hang my words
And, my unraveling
Thoughts of you . .
Jan 26, 2026
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Impetuous
A subtle lullaby
Bronzed
As the earth rotates
Such wonder
Touching a vain
Girl’s heart. . .
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Shades of Purgatory
I once knew
How light was spent
Its trickling effects
As faith pointed
With a golden rod
My own despair
Sat in a womb of fear
Aware it was not science
My conscious inadvertently
Reversed millions of words
Narrowing it down to one
-God
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Quiet Resentment
Heavy lines
Mounted over me
These purple nights
Drowning super stars
Forgetting what it is to write
Phosphorus dynamite
Encircles and intertwines
Muting one decade at a time
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Land of Decimals
My youngest flowers
Hem above the heavens
In unparalleled storms
As God landscapes
An elegy for the unborn
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Just hold . .
Stone COLD
Hold ON
You’re still STRONG
NERVE pain loneliness
I haven’t LEARNED anything
EXCEPT for the LINES across your FACE
MORE human, than YESTERDAY
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Daylight
Knocking darkness
Out of nights
Even in these shadows
Truthfully speaking
I prefer daylight
The hardest
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Next Train . .
I am adapting
Cowardly, but adapting
This is distinction
Between surviving
And existence
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Poetry
My mercy
A need to substitute
My mouth, for a dream
Different homes
Pincushions for doorknobs
Damnit I love you
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‘Brightness Of My Dark’
One must be blind
Stripping God of its own light
Things none of us could be
The profound luster in lines
It’s happening to me
A wound, too echo’d to reveal
That love is not found in days
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To be broken . .
Fight for insight
God’s copyright
In this interior of light
My signature becomes
A wrath that requires no reason
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Almost . .
Forgot
How still
Your mind is
This is not
A compliment
It’s rhetoric,
It chokes
The good parts of me
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Night’Comes
Covers us in blue
In the instant
Of this instant
Memory invents
Another present
A circular courtyard
With superstitious
Flashes of light
Intended to cover
Every crack in our horizon
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Mimic
The eternities of a second
My whole life to solve
Pitiless searches for a body
To grow old with
Nameless sensations
Such a cruel thing
To miss the dead
With this immeasurable clarity
Like gravid drops of hope
Spinning over itself
Tirelessly, till we learn
How to love, again . .
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Untimely
The furthest of reaches
Sex seal serpentines
These syllogisms
Transform me
Inside is outside
It is everywhere
And nowhere
Invented
Devoured
– Man
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Nobody Knows
We live in identical rooms
We blankly wake, we greet
From one balcony to another
Successively for a hundred years
Between now and tomorrow
We will spend the rest of our days
Growing gardens out of angry stars
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His Heart
Immune to mine
Interiors of gray matter
Granular minerals
Sleepy-colors
Obsolete to some
– Love
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Untitled
Love clamps itself
Leaving small gaps
With just enough spaces
Allowing you to taste
Your very own tongue
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Táctil
There’s no such thing
As neatness
When it comes
To our minds
I breath
You flicker
Incalculable
Of course . .
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To me . .
the world spins
ready to loose, and peel
comparable to a star
proudly moving through water
there is no equal
more beautiful
than her roseness at my feet
i admit here, i seek shelter
a shelter of brightness
when most of my most, is dark
cross high and unstrange
Mari Sánchez Cayuso 
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