LA HUESERAA Poem by Irma ChavezThe lady I love lies in my bed. The lady I love stares at the ceiling and dreams silent dreams. The lady I love does not fight for the covers. She does not stir in the night, she does not make snoring sounds, she does not rise with the sun. The lady I love does not judge, she does not forgive, she does not believe in peace. The lady I love is as pale as the moon. The lady I love does not sing any tunes. The lady I love rests in her red dress of skin, bone and flesh. © 2013 Irma Chavez |
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