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
by my body’s

some days
I cannot tell
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.


  1. 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. 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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