Poems from mjambura
I want to put on
my favorite lipstick and kiss
you until it's yours too.
They say love is using your first name in the poems that I wrote.
I guess it was never love because I could hardly say your name without a...
My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin
squeezing my rib cage
gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints
teeth...
You were an artist, your tongue the brush, my flesh the canvas, the colors of your paints changed over the course of time, from a bright...
I don't ache as much as I used to
my bones are stronger and my soul is too
memories don't suffocate me anymore
I can think of what used...