yes
her world
was a dress a bit too large

the size of a small fortress through which
rebellion winds were blowing swiftly
you never knew from which
sleeve she would come out
to pinch you

you could feel in the flourished embroidery
a fragrant rainbow in which
the children play hide-and-seek

in her bosom the years don’t have the glimmer of old age
but of child giggles

her words
resuscitate my heart
from june 1st to june 1st

if you don’t want time to hurt you
if you don’t want people to hurt you
remain a child Gabe
remain a child