miércoles, 23 de mayo de 2007
Autora: Tanya Martinez Ramirez
I’ve wandered in your madness,
a desert of a void left cracked and seared.
In all my ramblings how was I to know
that I, a cactus-blossom of a soul,
would venture here in some strange aimlessness,
born of this blood that shares the same unrest.
Then you, the thorn, the ever present spine
broke through the flesh, elated and then pined
your life away and wasted all your thrills,
and I, in service of the same dread chills
would wallow in the measure of a life
that mutually consorts with the same vice.