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34     genesis spring 2016

In your palms 
I dissolve, 
you want me tender,
I am seawater 
disappearing in your warmth.   

You want me sweet and light 
I am torta caprese,
you go back to 
in that corner café 
in Capri 
where you write me
in hot evenings 
when I wait 
to be born 
over and over.

I am clay 
curved 
by your grip 
accordingly, 
I am laughter 
sung 
by your throat,
I am a rose
stripped by you. 

can I be something more?

Neruda’s Roselets
Kalia Dimitrova



genesis spring 2016     35     

I die in every line 
you give life to 
I sleep in this
nameless house 
anonymous 
as a southern wind,
a secret you keep 
away from the streets 
that greet you. 

I am the sweat 
on your face
when she asks 
if  you love another. 
I am the bittersweet 
espresso staining 
your lying mouth.
you wash me away 
when needed.

but what do I know of  this world?

my soul, 
my brain,
my words, 
no one knows.  
I am a rose, 
roselet, 
tiny and naked,
for you.  

Neruda’s Roselets