Ivette Dumeng
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MY TIME
My
body is what but a temple
My belly is but a magnification
Of what is there still.
Only I embracing me can relieve any “NO”
Given to me.
Oh, ripe is that fruit
Time in me
Time for me, it
Is sweet, that fruit…
A name, my name
A time, my time
And
if God resides in me
If
she there lives, I want to feel her
I want, need to be reminded that
I, like her, am the embraced
I Am the one to hear those songs
With all the love in me…
She sings.
I want, need to be reminded that
I, like her, am the embraced
I Am the one to hear those songs
With all the love in me…
She sings.
My belly is but a magnification
Of what is there still.
Only I embracing me can relieve any “NO”
Given to me.
Oh, ripe is that fruit
In
time, with all of me
I can procreate
Another kind of touch
One already in me, reaping slowly
I can procreate
Another kind of touch
One already in me, reaping slowly
Time in me
Time for me, it
Is sweet, that fruit…
A name, my name
A time, my time
This time.