come on then 

this is pretty heavy 
 

[decime vos 

porqué la luz 

se cae

y yo con ella]
 

I had 3 cigarette burns

that formed an archipelago 

when you hovered above me 
 

there isn’t much 

I wouldn’t do 

to taste the salted ocean 

on your smirk 
 

I think 

I would become the earth herself 

and grow like rolling hills 

beneath your feet 
 

and if you’d like 

I’ll grow an oak 

where you can sit 

and soak up 

the sun 
 

I’ll keep the weather 

temperate

so you can keep 

the windows open

and let my soft wind 

seep in. 
 

– sheila c