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Vol. I, No. VIPoetryMorgan Collado

The Chapbook

Juntos

  • grief
  • love

Rough edgesGrate across eachOther’sHeartWords fallLike dropsOut of your mouthInto sore woundsI never knew what love looked likeBut you showed meThe inside of your fleshAnd I rememberedMySelfRe-memberedLove is only everWhat we give

The sun liesAcross the mountainPaining the sky crimson and goldI turn to seeYour face outlinedIn scrub bush and nettleYour lips the color ofTwilightQué es el cariñoEntre dos cuerposConstantly atropellado by the worldWhen the only sure thingIs death?QueridoKeep your palm pressedAgainst mineAnd don’t be afraidPorque estamosJuntos

About this poem

First published on A Trip to the Morg in .

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