we were humming together
and you thought it beautiful
and the letters of the words
they brushed against the skin
but the strange feelings
that make the heart heavy drawn in
broad lines in the sand
would disappear with the evening tide
then holding hands
we walked slowly
there was only the truth
at the end of the path.
I swear to you ! when I got to this tree, I could feel the air moving slowly, as if it had hips, so that the beauty of the branches would remain undisturbed and could spread out in an honest way, as they had since the beginning of time. 
What you meant
when you didn’t talk
I listen to the branches
I do not surrender
nor sit back
*first posted in November 2020, edited, in November 2021
a haughty shadow
delineated in Indian ink
appeared in my dreams
speaking a foreign language that
evoked my roots
but felt like thorns
sinking unwittingly
under the skin of origins
*first posted in November 2020
What I should do
too simple,
so we don’t think about it