Written by: cayetano young

for Nanay who left for celestial embrace

Hello, you. I’m speaking to you, in heavy
breathing, because last night it rained 
while I was asleep and dreaming

your lips: the thirst-worn cracks 
of red, the silence they heaved. 
Some truths, of mostly naked. 

Like your tale of fairies flying, 
finding their way home into trunks
of trees. Like your kiss in dreams 

of that which bridges you to me. 
Have you kissed me, stolen
like your promise I once believed 

before you turned your back and left 
and kept those lips, in sleep?
Hello, you. I cannot figure. Only that 

it has been a struggle to breathe,
and sleep and dream deep 
now and each night rain begins.