What can I offer this empty canvas?
With what wit and wisdom
Can I sparkle and pop your unearthed yearnings?
With what stories can I excite your electrical chemistry
Traveling through the tiny hooks of my words,
Baiting your flesh to turn the page? Maybe there’s more.

How I would love to excite those tiny jewels and mirrors
Reflecting and betraying the rhythm of your heart.
I see them protected in those glass-encasing eyes.

Would you ever allow me to study the philosophy of your spirit?
May I use your time to color this page?
And your emotions to entertain you?

I can humbly desire that such common stitching of words
Could dress your body of experience—
Perhaps through my naiveté, you may find wisdom,
Or if a full evening permits,
You may find an introduction.

Masiela Lusha

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