Pricks

From a certain angle
even the most dangerous ones
seem beautiful
And yes, beauty resides inside pain
but won’t be held
in an embrace there
or caressed with gentle hands
or kissed with generous lips
Those sharp edged tools
only serve you humility
in a moment where comfort
was out of your control
and you thought you could handle it gracefully
despite being pricked before
you can’t pretend that pain is love
at least not for too long

9

In the dawn there is you

Drawn in gold, unique hue

Shining as a dance of stars

Limbs in long embrace

I’m mouthing all my joy

Smile as I taste

You come of deep earth

A stretch of solid ground

We crescent from the raindrop

We kiss to breath moons down
On an ocean of sunrise

You spark fire out your hands

Reflection in our eyes

My venus your warm land

Traveling for miles

Further than we think we can

Where the stars fly and the hearts lend
Photo by Zarah Rose 

 

Viejo Amor

Viejo Amor
In the thumping neon flashing bachata
My feet and hips surrendered
got lost again in the distant thunder asleep under your lips
Just as willingly I gave in
to the sweet numb of my neck under your fingertips
Dancing our hands clasp
your palms damp with nerves
you patron to
machismo, mi papi, viejo amor
Your mouth only tells
the truth when speaking tongues to my thighs
We are a fireball shooting thru the dark sky.
burning blindly hot, fast and hard glowing… we fly.
then quickly falling…disappear.
Shooting blanks thereafter.

Rubbing my eyes
You are just an ashy pile
I turn and walk away, my dancing shoes in hand

Never needed you to glow…
me amo

Nu

So yu leave me again
and I never write until yu are
miles away
traveled to all parts of me..those desolate
before the ache of
Being dug by yu
Another new earth revealed
On the collar of my neck
Yu scent
the notes
linger in the air like
My poem is meant to be read
slowly
So as not to miss
the mixture of the longing
and the having as yu have
had me
and left tattoos all over my third eye…
In real life I’m clumsy and get bruised
I dont hurt ever from yu tho.
It’s always right
on time.
sinew stretching
yu are not the easy path
yu are the needed journey
It is nu every time.

Oshun

Oshun

where will Oshun find us again?
where will she lead the river to flow us thru green valley and metal

streams of satellites now our only kiss

Does my touch still reach you in this distance?
thru the warrior’s guild you wear

thru the pulsing lens of your sunset eye

how we use our powers again to bend time…

knight of blue fired armor

your iron glaive blazing a

streak of joy.
will it bring again the most lush syrup to drip from my limbs?

Here, I am a dry bark tree in sleep season, guarding from a cold frost

my heart is a harvest, as the yellow moon carries my seed
to color the warmth of autumn leaves

my mother gaze is impermeable in this mirror… I am a taskmaster trodding

Then I am a fierce queen alive, inside your stretch
when Oshun calls me…

Filling me with pearls and honey to moan our deepest stream…
our fire is coal smoldering, ready to spark into flame.

Under My Skin

Deep under you may find me

Can you look that far?

Without getting distracted by the

Next shiny thing that catches your eye

You can easily peel just one layer to see everything you didn’t see before

And get just one step closer to the glow of my light

The long chord moaning.

But all you can do is sing

Little high notes in the kitchen

When you baking cookies

After you eat the whole mountaintop and reach the heaven waterfalls

I dig that singing tho

And the screechy high notes you let out

You don’t even gotta ask me…

You know you get as much as you want

Not even speaking in tongues

Or clicking forks or buzzing needles.