Violet rain

Thin and refracted

The universe is whirling

Dancing the dance of cosmic proportions

A little here, a little there

Every breath stirs the microcosm

Waking the great deep

And spring is upon us




Gaze down

Through the shattered sphere

Of illusions

You weaved so carefully


I am trouble


You are above

A lofty lie

Who breathes pain

Guilt dripping through your fingers


I am not subservient

I am trouble


Whip up the fury

Let it tear the skies

An indefatigable storm

A crease in your brow


I am not yours

I am not subservient


I am trouble


I’m in the dark, breathing you

A slow suicide


I wouldn’t have survived

On your skinny bones anyways


Just lay back

And meld our existence


Find something

That isn’t pain


Until the covers are soft voids

And whispers are ripples in time




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You had me at ‘hello’
We twined together like all ‘goodbyes’
You were out in the waste,
Just lost.
I was in the sky,
Just floating.
The misery of rejection

So take my fingers
(they’ve felt too little)
Guide them over your geography, barren
I’ll take your mouth
(How many words has it not said?)
And give it expression


Tingling, up and down

You are insanity

Working its way up my skin

Transcending my pores

Absorbing into deep layers

Paralyzing muscles


I open my legs


Eyes wild, locked on the sky

That seems so low, touchable

I might just taste it today

Find out how that mesmerizing blue rests in my stomach


I swear, your insanity

Is finally making me sane


He couldn’t undress her fast enough

Her hips swayed, pure honey

And the sweet earth had colored her dust

Strong and independent


He thought he might have her

But Locita is wrapped in the summer wind

Blowing up off the winding road

That leads home

She’s never trivial or passed by

You’ll have to stay a while

Returned and lost child

You’ll have to file through the street in January

Filled with happiness

Don’t discard what is yours


Locita’s fingers are nimble

Weaving his flesh with passion

Her hips held away

So that he yearns

A kiss here, a kiss there

Be mine


He is in love with the way she teases

Full body soft, an open bedspread

Beckoning in the night

You want to love me

Not just tonight

But forever


Once he is hungry

She feeds him

Flesh of corn

Sweet pan dulce nipples

Mouth watering

A taste he can’t forget


Let me fill your table

I’ll bear your children

And tenderly love the years

So they wear softly on you


We only meant for tonight, didn’t we?’ he asks

But as his lips kiss her tender valleys and dips

His tongue laps up morning field dew

He knows he can’t leave this seduction untouched