MEXICO

The feeling of elevation
sacredness
and trust
shaken

The warmth that follows 
knowing of not being abandoned 
absent

You left that part of me 
on the border of Mexico

There were other borders crossed
with no return
but to a wasted land 

With each return 
my love becomes less 
and I sit in wonder 
how many borders 
I have left in me 

I have love for you in me 
left for a few more borders 
a few more screams 
and a little more sadness 
until I end

And I end every day
suspended in between
your kiss and your spite

loving you 

copyright  Jann C. Castor  © 1998