My Lady

Brian Nunez

Foundation’s bricks placed by your hands
the keystone that upholds my wall
your strength alone leads to rubble
rope tugged in sweat
wooden pillars raised up
sun’s bashing heat solidifies cement
hammers bashed against your skin
cracks smooth out while nails shut
harsh rays canceled a roof
cradled seems isolation’s shelter
mosaic colors shine capturing the world
graffiti sprayed outdoors
sponges wash away the dark ink
my blisters protect you