flamingo dances

at night I have to remind the body

it is still mine.

 

as if I’d never left 

it waltzes alone as it used to do

in our flamingo dances.

 

disobedient to new music,

it moves out of sync with new partners.

 

because the twirls of Laguna Brava

cannot be undone

my mouth whispers to me

in a motherly presage tone.

 

the twirls of Laguna Brava

cannot be undone.

 

my body searches for his height

his hands, his chest to lay after the dance.

it is impetulant to time and place,

it ignores my despair.

 

the twirls of Laguna Brava

cannot b...

 

I press my lips to avoid the spell.

I hinder my body with a bottle of wine.

at night I have to remind it

you're still mine.

Laura Mota is a Brazilian writer and portrait photographer based in Montreal. Her poetry has appeared in Portal Magazine and Dreamers Magazine. A collection of her poems in Portuguese, Pseudocasos, was published in 2018.

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