The fluid that I sipped
inside your womb
bleached my skin
and drenched the mind,
the breasts that I sucked
wrought a word on my face
and nurtured my youth,
and the shoulder
that I leaned on,
the only person I knew,
pressed my body
to become like
the hero of today.
The table where we sat
absorbed all energies
and kept them inside:
What about your nods?
I laid under your feet
to reap pods of rips
and the untold sorrows
that pushed your heart down
and tore your behind-door tears.
The footsteps that I followed
brought me to you;
then, I found mine.