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| o girl sad and lost girl..triste swimming in the past girl all around my heart like a sacred ring of flames in ringlets of moments a tiny mark above your eye marks the center point of my spiral down to the core of you, girl girls that smell like candy leave wispy trails behind them i long to follow. my ganas are in my stomach for them. they remind me of girls at the pulga buying bags of chicaronnes drowned in fire. red nails they suck on.. i want to be their caballero in pantalones and cowboy hat. |
| girls in bathing suits.. heavy breast slung low and wet, i can look and not touch i can eat them and not taste and place them back for safe keeping with thier drunk boyfriends who never drink thier heady brew. im dreaming again. mixed up messages that tell me you are gone finally.mixed up images of you in purple and black like a negress in a southern one room church humming low and guttural taking my hand like a child smoothing it against your soft plump arms arms like mama perfume like roses. am i to fall like pity at your feet, child woman artist thief mary magdalene in upswept robes green is your favorite i'm not sure what to think |
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