Yesika’s toothbrush by the sink,
My copy of Corazón tucked tightly in your carryon,
A tiny print of my existence in your life.
We do this, why?
women trying to stake a claim,
Trying to let the world know “i was here!”
And maybe i hope to return again
To trace your lips once again with my tongue,
To be held in your arms,
To hold your infinite possibilities in my mouth,
To give your body all that this body can,
It’s trembles and its beads of sweat,
To let the world know that this body and yours once did more than walk on completely different pieces of land in this world.