Melissa Michelle Mariposa
La tendresse de l’air
Entre nous
Bids me to silence
The peace of love burns
Like an untended fire
An unintentional consequence
That grows in the honesty of the undertow
That shivers and hopes that it glows
Take what weapons you will from the wall
The axe, the pole, or the awl
My master, my shield, may call out a name
this hour
The sound I imagine is framed by a fearful, deadly, distant, famous power
Melissa Michelle Mariposa
Un abime d’espoir
Entre nous
Bids me to idleness
This wasted love falters
An untended fire
The Replanted Writer 