Branded by the softest idea

Searing pain by the sheer lightness

Feathery

 

Bruised

Indelible fingerprint of a faint fantasy

The heat of the near landing, never cooling

 

Imprinted forever

Deeper than any penetration

The very soul feels the yearning

 

Begging for the inanimate

Sobbing for the impossible

Wanting it more than life blood

 

And still, it’s all a fantasy

Never touched

 

 

Teresa 2001

In Memory of the Armadillo