… “Para que nada nos separe, que nada nos una”…

lengthening, deepening

lengthening, deepening

her tired sun has set.
two distinct worlds
with two separate sets of rules
wrestle for her vessel;

one wraps her in Spidey’s web
the other offers her the warm dignity of a caring daughter
but twilight’s sombre shadows
that embrace the soul in a cold womb
are the only truth

– a shiver runs down my spine
not yet is dusk on my horizon
but the dust has begun to settle
on the permanent shapes in my world
day has turned

i wonder,
which sheets will cocoon me
which cartoon will mock my mortality?
the light shining in my afternoon
what comfort will she bring