From now on,
I’m not gonna give away nothing.
No more confessions,
until you do.
No more accommodations,
until you do.
No more making it easy until
you make it easy on me.
My tongue will grow soft and
incapable of speech,
until you speak.
I will practice the patience I do not feel,
and withhold what wants out.
I will wear my silence subtly.
I will soften the hunger;
coax her with long, drawn-out breaths
and eyes turned inwards.
I will lower and
hood my eyes from you.
I will wait,
keep practicing the patience I do not feel,
and withhold what wants to be seen.
© Sabrina Santa Clara, 2012