6 AM. Poetry by Chriselda Barretto


Guilty little pleasures on high

Sweet divinities raised on a blissful ride

Melting magic dripping off a special pride

Sigils of love bringing on joyful, longing cries!

Say my name and I will yours

Absence of inhibitions, all but tender cures

Let us leave behind those sickly fires

Breathing on life and its mighty, brilliant drives!

A poem by ©Chriselda Barretto

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