LA HUESERA

LA HUESERA

A Poem by Irma Chavez

The 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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Splendid...Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Irma Chavez

4 Years Ago

why, thank you. it's one of my favorites
Sami Khalil

4 Years Ago

Good to know...You are welcome...:)

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Added on June 24, 2013
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Tags: DEATH, LOVE