She watches me in the mirror

preparing to met you.

She doesn’t know.

She must know.There are your fingerprints everywhere

and they shine though my skin like coins from

the bottom of a pool.

People who know me are surprised they say I look different,

but it has nothing to do with hair or neckline or noticeable waist.

It is  the way desire looks in a woman when it is revived

when it is no longer pressed  senseless under heavy glass.

It begins  to break through my skin loud as red roses

in a white white room.











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Saiba Cassone

Saiba Cassone

I have been writing for many years my first passion was poetry and prose ,recently I got involved in philosophy and metaphysics. I grew up in Italy where each shape of art is everywhere and in everything. I live in the bay area came to S.F at age 20 during the time of the hippies ,the sex revolution .

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