Arrillaga


 LITTLE FEET COLD



 Little feet cold
 cold little hands
 early morning
 looks for warmth.

 Little legs wrap
around my pubic hair
Little hands press
my nipples
One rises
the other collapses
Fascinated
stares into my eyes
I see myself.

 The bed
becomes a pool
in which we play
She, a woman
I, a child.

 Discover each other's warmth
There is no man
but there is warmth.



 Maria Arrillaga
 University of Puerto Rico
 Rio Piedras, Puerto Rico