most certainly one day
fit in his doodles with my tattoos
write promises on my thighs
and poems on my back
and songs on my belly.
He will recite the poems
and shout the promises
and sing the songs
when I start to forget
this is how he will be able
to bring me back
this is how he will be able
to bring me back.
to bring me back.
I love the title of this poem, Kenia as well as the redemption of the lover, who is constantly repairing the bridge between himself and the speaker. I think it is good to be brought back by a caring, tender heart.
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