A face without a face,
strong, yet not strong.
A vision breathes within
as I listen to that song.

Quivering hands write
my shadow in this shy night.
A ragged moon coaxes me
into murmuring your light.

Io ti voglio bene, my blood sighs.
I meet my echo in a reflection.
Reveal me your infinitude,
render me your protection.

Ageless, faceless flame
I dare myself to bleed.
Thou shalt understand
desire sleeping in a seed.

by: Karla Bardanza

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