estoy llena de miel
                  [por eso
no me abandonan
las dulces órbitas
de mis cosas

Nothing 

can make me believe

I'm something different

from all those rocks 

   - that secretly fix their corners on my cells -

teaching my brain 

the purest

illogical

stories.

just draw

blindly

with your breath 

each one of 

my worn 

fingerprints