Amante III

byEleanora Day©

Whose arms hold you in the night
when fear crosses your cheek
under the wing of shadow?
Whose arms?

Whose eyes watch yours shade
with pleasure or sadness?
Who sees your face twist
with pain or passion?
Whose eyes, Amante?

Who carries your secrets
carefully as weeping children?
Who holds them close, loves you
even when their fingers are jagged,
even when they cut and hurt?

Who listens to the whisper of your truth?
Who forgives the stumble of your lies?

Who lays beside you in the pale
wash of moon and chides the morning
for tarrying too long in your dreams?

Usted sabe quién somos, mi amor.
Usted sabe quiénes somos.
Siempre aqui.

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