I haven’t shared a poem of mine in a loonnnng time… But seeing as it’s Sunday.. Here is some “Real Talk”… and to quote Mrs. Badu “keep in that I’m an artist, and I’m sensitive about my shit” 😉
I wanted to caress your face,
etching memories in the rings of my prints.
For those quiet moments.
To feel you,
when the night is so dark, the stars have gone hiding
and there are no sounds.
– just this feeling –
Of wanting closeness.
Laughter to fill the air,
to catch your breath in the back of my throat,
and your hip in the cave of my palm.
But all that’s here are my fingertips,
pressed against my belly,
attempting to trace the weight of you.
(c) Sonja Chacon 2013