"The Secret Language" By: Luisa Igloria
"The Secret Language" By: Luisa Igloria
"The Secret Language" By: Luisa Igloria
21 Now, I am Christina.
22 I am told I can make lace
23 Fine enough to lay upon the altar
24 Of a cathedral in Europe.
25 But this is a place
26 That I will never see.
36 In the night.
37 When I am alone at last,
38 I lie uncorseted
39 Upon the iron bed
40 Composing my lost beads
41 Over my chest, dreaming back
42 Each flecked and opalescent
43 Color, crooning the names,
44 Along with mine:
45 Binaay, Binaay.