Do you remember writing
With words you didnít understand?
Having touched lust
Assuming you know all that sex can encapsulate
Talking about the burning in your soul
When your soul didnít even reach tepid
Until you were twenty-three
Feeling the fullness of emotions now,
I wonder what is still in store for me
Does it always grow? Or is this the limit?
I used to write bigger than I knew.