The 11th Command, a poem by Virginia Mateias at

The 11th Command

The 11th Command

written by: Virginia Mateias



Your fingers playing with my hair
deny the laws of nature
and yesterday seems like tomorrow.
Lord, have you forgotten to write your last command
addressed to me, the pale daughter of Eve?
Instead, October, wandering these streets, shouts at me
what I can read in the million eyes of the rain:
“You shall never love out of your own time!”
Your fingers playing with my hair

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