Your Sestina

By Laura Campos

A- space

B-sunflowers

C- skin

D-stop

E- poem

F-door

A-you needed space

B-but we could be sunflowers

C-growing together, touching skin 

D-and never stop

E-like a co-written poem 

F-no exit doors

F-my open door 

A-the bed now has much more space

E-I’m back to writing poems

B-and drawing dead sunflowers 

D-I don’t think i’ll ever stop 

C-not until i can feel the touch of your skin

C-the open wound on my skin

F-and the open crack on the front door

D-I wish i could just stop

A-tell me how much you need space

B-you’re the sun, i’m the sunflower

E-following you like the verses of a poem

E-my poem

C-feels like the coldness of your skin

B-and the rotten dying sunflower

F-I’ll just leave the open door

A-waiting for you to regret your space

D-waiting for sadness to stop

D-“I can’t stop!”

E-tell me how to drop the pen, stop the poems

A-the constellations don’t guide me from space

C-my stars are the freckles on your skin

F-which fell and hit the door 

B-onto a field of sunflowers

B-oh, dear sunflower

D-make my tears stop

F-walk into the door

E-and get out of my poem

C-your skin against my skin

A-sharing the same space