Today I was in Vietnam and
together, I sat beside everyone
beside you, beside you, beside you
and then in an empty corner.
How excited, I sipped a cup of
tea, cracked petals in my tongue,
red berries in my mouth
and then in an empty corner.
I rode the bike, but you had to drive
because my Dad said, 'Be careful with
your hymen.' And so, I never learned
how to ride the bike alone -
you had to drive for me all the time.
And then in an empty corner…
I wondered about your stories
You - were exciting!
Your thighs were strong when you kicked
your arms, muscled at work
your eyes - were the only eyes I'd die for.
I said 'Love hurts…'
And you laughed, 'Does it cut like a knife? '
And then in an empty corner…
All - I wanted was that empty corner
and when we made promises together.
I gave you my heart in that empty corner;
you swooned for it. We read.
Like angels fly, after the war,
all is free. Like waiting for a bus,
a long line of pleas and the face of a lover,
engaged and married, a joy of bells!
Let me kiss your hands now, like you
were holding beads of stars. How I
pray, God would bless every moment
of your praise.
Today, I was in Vietnam
and then in that empty corner…
I said - You complete me.
Those beads in your hands set all free
And then in an empty corner...
I said - I love you.
'Oh, Thanh Hannibal, pray for us.
Send O Lord, holy apostles, into Your church.
Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, we trust in you.'
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