CHAMANAS ERÓTICAS II
INESSA KRAFT
WRITER | HEALER | ACTRESS
Here I am
And here you are
I wish to hold you like mothers do
Your head resting on silk
The marriage ring cold on your face
Fingers beetroot tinted
Feels like home
And though you almost smell the perfume of mothers,
I too will be gone
Or never even come
I only have the biggest present
And it is your unknown wish
Mother let go
Mother let be I gave birth to myself long before
And there, remember?
You sang
You are you
You are me
You are we
This was your present
This was your wish
I wait patiently for your awakened tears
Forever present,
Your daughterInessa Kraft, March 31, 2020