Vulnerable
April 15, 2016
As Apollo's fingertips descend
to touch Gaea's body, I visualize
you. Bruja; Witch. My sister,
my friend, my pet.
At night, her soft caramel
fur would rub against my
skin as her luminous raven,
cinnamon eyes progress to rest.
My eternal love for her
holding me closer to her. I
love her. I love my sister,
my dog. She has brought joy
after jealousy demanded for my first
dog, Maya, to run away.
Her absence invited diseases
to my heart that Bruja cured.
And so, I lay upon
the soft, tiny pebbles that
connect with Poseidon's waves.
Morpheus taking over me
to stop the tears while Selene
takes over what we share,
Uranus' body.
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