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I am grateful for couches and armchairs in particular
The ones with hug-around surround-you squishy-softness
Like warm-bellied bulgy-bodies to surrender into
With wrap-you-up strong-arms that lend some support
With dark cozy-warm crevices for slumbering in
In lieu of missing bodies, they will do


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Close the door of your house when the weather is not right
Tend the shelter of your home, guard the altar of your being
Greet the visitors that come with utmost care and gratitude
Be a testament of the tranquil generosity of your inner sanctum
Offer kind reverence as they meander about the rooms of your life
Lead them gently out should they become hungry ghosts
Close the door of your house to these wild wandering spirits
Give them no key for return, put no water out to quench their thirst
Let them drift down to the river to be carried away by wind and currents
Become not a haunted mansion of their ravenous desires
Close the door of your house, offer them no shelter in your abode


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Why do you come for me?

You
who take so much
who offer so little

I am the one
you pluck from the wild
to take home
to whither?


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al alba silenciosa
saludos susurrados
si te pudiera rozar
te entregaría mis sueños
que los guardes en tus nubes
y me los devuelvas lentamente
gota a gota por la lluvia


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Ana Pérez

historian, writer, poet and other things

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