and god knows how the pink parts of me,
the parts that make up my skin. The epithelial layer of me
also still sings love,
She still Believes,
how even now,
how i’m enveloped in
with the love that is laced, that is sewn into my tapestry, this skin of mine,
this body, this cuerpo of mine,
how it’s Laced in Magic, and Milk
The sweetness of Honey, Warm, with Roses,
With Cardamom, other times Canela , and Panela,.
how I still think of him,
how he still is the One.
but now he is Not.
how can that be?
god I obeyed, I choose differently,
I choose sanity.