I’m a bit down. Lift me up in the wings of your arms.

All the way to your lips. Without dropping me. Keeping me.

Tell me that secret of yours one more time. When you stole a lollipop.

While the woman at the store wasn’t looking.

I’ve told you when I stole those neighbor’s guavas all the time.

Well, while in season. I also stole oranges from this abandoned house.

I know, I know it wasn’t right. But we were kids and kids can be

naughty and do mischievous things. I spent a great deal of time in

the roofs of my old neighbor. I was the silent cat of the entire block.

Peeped at my young neighbor bathing in the corral at the back of her

house. She warmed water using a large metal container exposed all

day at the sun, and around…5:00 PM…was the most beautiful vision I

imagined. Yes, when I was a kid. I would tell my confesor at church

about it so I would say my prayers asking for God forgiveness expecting

redemption. After five long minutes of excruciating mental exertion,

I would go back to sin as before. I was playful and hoped God

would understand.

Sorry, I was asking you to tell me one of your old secrets.

It’s alright. Have to tell me none. Because I know them all kissing you.

EO