Poetry

If I Insist

If I insist in your mouth, in your prayer, Do not mistake my fervor for impatience. I am not a beggar, but a gardener tending fragile blooms. Take good care of me, as you would a delicate secret.

Guardian of Whispers

I am the echo that lingers in sacred spaces, The hushed syllables that cling to your breath. When you speak my name, do so with reverence— For I am woven into the fabric of your longing.

The Art of Holding Back

Let not the longing seep through your fingers, Like sand slipping from an open palm. We are custodians of moments, guardians of memories— And sometimes, love thrives in the unsaid.

Promises Unspoken

Do not tell me you will not go back, For time is a river that circles upon itself. Our footsteps trace patterns in the sands of memory, And perhaps, we shall meet where the tides converge.

In the Silence Between Stars

So let me linger in the quietude of your heart, A constellation of unspoken dreams. And when the night folds its velvet wings around us, Know that I am there, waiting— Not as a plea, but as a promise.

May our unspoken words bloom like constellations, illuminating the vast expanse of what could be.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer