Evening in The Room Built from Words / danielle boodoo-fortuné

it is evening,
you are dreaming
in the room
built from words

here is a map
of my skin
for you to keep
when you wake

I’ve marked off
the place where
you licked the colour
from my heart

i undress again
in a light borrowed
from broken suns

you are still
startled
by my body’s
unwholeness

some days
I cannot tell
stones
from stars

with the weight
of your breath
on my shoulder

•••

Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné has lived all her life in Sangre Grande, Trinidad. She has been writing for as long as she can remember. Previous publications include Bim: Arts for the 21st Century, Heart to Verse: Wordlines from UWI, as well as the online publications WomenWriters.net, Pemmican Press, and tongues of the ocean.

4 comments

  1. Reply

    Love the way play with words….living in the room built from words…” Love is not always perfect….some days/I cannot tell
    stones//from stars” The story of all our lives.

  2. Reply

    I started reading this poem and thought, “This sounds like Danielle”…then I scrolled down and saw it was you! :-O Every time I read one of your poems I’m excited for you. Thanks for the inspiration 🙂

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