Poetry - Feeling the Past

Feeling the Past
(Janete Maia) 



 In the purity of your eyes

 I saw destruction.

 In the sweetness of your mouth

 I tasted bile.

 In the clarity of your thinking

 I imagined myself crazy

 And the wires of your hair

 Choked me.

 In your arms

 I was trapped.

 And by your hands

 Mold me alone.

 The clarity of your knowledge

 I darkened the way

 And in your way

 I was the floor.