Never mine

In Colombia, displaced women demand their rights.

I sit here, rainy day, missing you.

I don’t know who you are exactly.

An amorphous collection, or loves.

The triumvirate – you are a country, a place, a smell.

One thing is for certain, you were never mine.

Slipped through my hands like sand on a windy day

I let you go.

When you left, abruptly, awkwardly –

Something of me traveled far, far away.

It fell asleep and when I called its name,

All I could see was you.

Give me back!, I cried.

But I was gone, in the pocket of your travels.

Earthy, archetypes, clay, raw

"Looking back on it, it was the right time. Even though it's painful and you are not necessarily aware when you're finished with a certain experience, you do know, something propels you out."- Anais Nin

Make love to me

I agree with everything you said

Thank you for saying it

To answer your question

Here’s a quote from Anais Nin

When my body hurts

And it’s hungry even though it can’t make anything

That is when this is not over.

When I want to sit.

And let the redness devour.

Just make and make until I remember

Your fear

How it feels cold, like snake-oil.

Make love to me.

Quiet supplication.

Everytime I see you

It’s in my eyes and it’s in myheart.

I am it. Needing.

I will drag you through the dirt of my existence.

My impatient repetitions will renew you, softly.

We will eat clay until the heat makes our heads swirl.

We will sit by the pre-colombian fire and roast coffee beans.

Our shadow selves will reach out and dance lasciviously.

While we watch on, puritans that we are, hoping.

Make love to me.