Sons and
daughters
of my future
walk beside me -
simulacra in a
dreaming sun.
Please, tell me
their names.
Tell me if they
had my coffee
eyes. If they
had your
sweet voice.
Tell me what
you remember -
this reverie
is yours, too -
I fasten my
dreams to you
with the soft
strings of
my marrow.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
Sons and
daughters
of my future
walk beside me -
simulacra in a
dreaming sun.
Please, tell me
their names.
Tell me if they
had my coffee
eyes. If they
had your
sweet voice.
Tell me what
you remember -
this reverie
is yours, too -
I fasten my
dreams to you
with the soft
strings of
my marrow.
