Shake

If you still want to kiss my water-stained canvas It means the marks are not forever
Written by Maria Kalinowska
March 8, 2021

How can you want to kiss me
Every second of every day
Even when
My face doesn’t feel like my own:
Stained with the water that leaked from my eyes
A broken faucet;
But also, with the ones I somehow held back
They’re responsible
For the pipes bursting inside my veins.

I shake my head, hair flies: it covers my distorted face
“What are you doing?”
Unease and amusement in your hot chocolate eyes
“If I shake my head enough,
Will I
shake the sadness away?”
“Yes” your lips mould the syllable
They arc at the corners
The assertiveness stands me to attention.

It seems I needed to shake my head
For you to remind me it’s alright to be despair;
And with that
some of the sorrow took a vacation.
If you still want to kiss my water-stained canvas
It means the marks are not forever
And I will recognise my face again.

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