Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto

The spirit in which these tamed emotions hide
rests in the abyss of a shallow grave --
The cries I heard at dusk were emptied
into a sacred rage.

I am unaware of the glitters of your mourn --
unaware of the phantom-gestures,
yet your soul hovers in an endless pursuit --
searching for closure.

Hidden in the cracks of my skin --
the contours of my gnarled mind
Forever finds a place to hide --
next to the nostalgic bruises of a vindictive affair,
a place where body and soul parts --
where mind and deed collide.

She sits on the edge of my dimmed emotions --
inside a dark warmth -- near the cinders of our past
I am to her -- the present in which her future faded,
goodbye wedded, the last of all we made,
cemented -- in the crevice of a fallen forever.

Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto