Answer– Manuel Jose Marte, May 28, 2012
Where do the days go?
Do they scurry behind the bold linen clouds,
find shelter in that diamond studded canvas at night?
Or, rather, do you selfishly take them for yourself?
Do you hide the sun in your mouth?
Is this what keeps your cheeks so adorned with a burning and your lips
so invitingly warm?
Did you steal the proud, sometimes hooded moon?
Is it your porcelain plate, and do you dine like a true goddess?
I ask because I am anxious, fleeting and,
I beg and plead for an answer. Yours.