Chicano Poet

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

A Poem By Rebecca Gonzales

You and I

In January only a sparrow has faith.
Comfort is a meager memory;

A warming love, a fantasy.
For these days of waiting

I’ve stored your love.
Your whispered words are what I want, need.

They clothe my nakedness,
Draw me to your chest.

We both know what we want.
Destiny will provide what we need.


At 3:16 PM, Anonymous Psychotic Poet said...

Hey.. Thanks for the comment on my site :D - sorry it took a while to respond, I've been having internet issues :(
I have a new poem up if you'd like to read it!

And I can't really audit any classes or anything like that - I'm just a junior in high school! Hehe. But thanks anyway!

At 12:51 AM, Blogger RC said...

I'll swing by there in a second.


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