I am the girl
mother warned you about.
I do not bake cookies from scratch -
flour and sugar bore me
and ovens are for other things.
I drink whiskey
mixed with lemon,
no sugar,
out of paper cups
and do not pray
when dinner's on the table.
I will not mend
your shirts or sweaters -
my thumbs too clumsy
for a needle
and I cannot fold
the laundry
like precise, crisp angels.
But I can wear you like
a summer evening
and leave
your legs and fingers
wondering where I went.
"Te quiero.. Gracias porque vives, porque ayer me dejaste tocar tu luz más íntima y porque dijiste con tu voz y tus ojos lo que yo esperaba toda mi vida"