If there is one thing I cherish, it would be how your lip trembles when you call me Barbie.
The way I watch each letter part into a symphony to become my name. A tingling sensation.
I blush crimson, ruby
Sometimes, maroon then rouge.
There is love in sharing, so we toast over an overflowing cup of red wine
It spills on my neck, dress, floor
You scrub the blot
We lock eyes, our pupils dilate, then a blink
A gulp. The fluid trickles into our veins.
Nothing is hidden under the sun.
Confined in this bracket, I wonder the indices for measuring sin
I kneel in the confessional to profess my deficiency and maybe or not do my penance.
Draw the sign of the cross with sweaty fingers,
prick my forehead and chest, clasp my palms in wholesome repentance
Raise my face slightly- parallel
“Forgive me father for I have sinned”.
My lips blab
There he was.
The infamous priest in charge of the chapel, my favorite place in the world.
I liked going there to heap my burdens
The day before, Mama’s money had fallen off and all I had left was a crumpled piece of paper- drenched
Where she had scribbled the sacramentals I would buy for her.
She would skin me alive
Helpless…
All I could afford was shed tears
Apparently, he was taking an inventory of the bookstore that day and gave me all for free.
I watched him mumble some prayers over the rosary and sacramentals.
He tapped my shoulders, drew me closer and brushed his lips against mine to break the silence.
I remember Judas betraying Jesus.
The harmony
My pulse rise,
I flee
A sacred devotion
I wish I could breathe life upon it.
Again I wonder if I truly wanted to repent.
So, I say…
If that was your flaw
I want to see it in your eyes.
Impurities and all.