Me, Through You

Poetry by | May 30, 2010

for Bryan Carlo Manos

Each time your hand
touches mine
or some other part of my body,

I shiver until I have goose bumps.

Each time your hand
travels on my hair, my skin, or the sole of my left foot,
the world lights up until
I see nothing but a big, bright ball of light.

Each time your hand
maps me
and some other parts of my body,

I feel

Hiyasmin Espejo is a writing major at UP Mindanao and was a fellow in this year’s DWG Writers Workshop.