Beggar

by Anna Ruiz

I almost loved you enough
to make you real
but then I went back to sleep
and sometimes it rains
in January,
then the streets turn to ice,
and there is this beggar in my heart
embracing me,
breathing me into oblivion.

Come closer now,
see how
sensual the rose of desire
unfolding,
see how translucent my skin.


Copyright © 2009 by Anna Ruiz

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