bionicfemme

Dear boy
You are not far from my thoughts.

At times, our love
Reminds me of the circled
Anklets of the graces--

Not so long ago
I held you
Before you were a man and I was gone.

Do not think you've wandered
So far from my shores;

Often, I remember the honey colour
of your eyes,
The fullness of your lips

The way the sun would caress your face
as I did,
telling you to take care on the bus ride home,

The way you'd encircle my waist tightly as the driver said "Hold on to that one, boy."

I cannot be your mother;
no. Never.
And now, I cannot even be your lover.

I will not return to you now that I love
the daughters of heaven
And I wish you'd take your leave; love
Another the same way you loved me.

Don't search for my soul in Hades; go and be free
Before Cerberus happens upon you with his eager jowl.

Take with you only the traces of my fingertips
The kisses that were the most honestly put
And do take care on the bus ride home.