Solamente una vez

Love Poetry, Poetry

Se me fue
metiendo en mi alma
ayer. She was like a cat
moving slowly, stretching underneath
the sheet of our love.
Miraba como su cuerpo
hacia un pirámide con
cascaditas de tela pura
escurriendo de las puntas
de sus dedos.
Su pelo era fluido y manchaba
mi cuerpo con cucumber-Dove fresh scents.

I found my soul lying
as on a lily pad floating
while our bed stayed in place
y élla seguía la curva de mi calor.

Her body fell.
Her fingers rose.

We touched palms
as my hands met hers
nearing my chest.

I knew I was lost.
I knew I was gone.

Me perdí entre su movimiento
y en su mirada. Trío Los Panchos sang
at the foot of our bed. Me cantaron
como si fuera la única vez,
la única vez que nos viéramos
así, alma dentro alma.

The Incident

Love Poetry, Poetry

Her eyes crashed
like two truck drivers
speeding down Interstate 15
with mine.

They collided.
And her blood rushed
like an ambulance
to the scene of her cheeks,
lighting the boundaries
of her embarrassment.

I stood crushed
by her loveliness.

Home

Love Poetry, Poetry

So here we are again.
Alone with our thoughts and
the samba gently playing in the
background flavoring the mind
in red pulses of heat, orange drapes
and that sweet jamaica taste of
your neck, I kiss, you grin.
And we slowly slow down as Rúben Blades
takes over the track.

Tan, tan, clíc, tan
clíc.

El filo de mi lengua saborea
el sudor caribeño que brota
en el aire,
and you, mi amor,
sigues llamándome a descansar.

Alone
I dance along the wood floor
carving into my bare feet the
recuerdos de tu amor
along the hallway.
I pull you to dance
and you’re not there.

I see you every now and then
at the bakery ordering guava-cheese
and I keep walking by,
no me quieres ver anymore, cariño
but you do.
I know you do.
In those moments when Pérez Prado
adorns your kitchen walls on Sunday
mornings
like church in our young days.

Salsa fresca and plátanos fritos
don’t taste the same to you
since then
so you annex them in that box
you created for me,
papeleado with confetti
and manteca Farmer John’s
because your vegan ways can’t
take that anymore either.

You gleam when I dance.
Gleam like that subtle upper
lip sweat I drew
when Tito played and we stayed
like crows in the night
dancing our heads and
caressing our speech
singing through oceans of orgasms
and fingertips.
That was a beautiful October night
that the Santa Ana’s made
with clear skies and that wildfire
moon. It was like the world knew.

We were over; you
had to go home.

Salsa Fresca

Love Poetry, Poetry

Her shoulder blades
dance together
as she slices a tomato.

I sit at the table
tapping my spoon to my heart beat.

Click, click.
Click, click.

Her hips sway as salt, pepper, and cilantro
meet diced tomatoes, onions, and peppers.

Click, click, click, click

The small of her back arches as
she struggles to squeeze a lemon
the way it does when I run my hand down her spine.

Clickclick, clickclick.

The tops of her shoulders become glazed with juice,
glistening,
like those moments after our late nights
in July.

Clickclickclickclickclickclick.

Suddenly,
she stops
turns around
and frowns
Stop.

Psalm

Love Poetry, Poetry

when I consider Your heavens, the work
of fingers, moon and stars shine
exploding in sulfuric red dust and
mind ash spreading
into grey oblivion

when I consider Your earth, the work
of eons of patience, canyons and deserts
widen like Her eyes
at the sight of You

I wish my body could take Her
there
again
and again

when I consider the body You gave Her
that mind that fits my patchwork
my heart crushes my abdomen
and I wish for a new soul to live
up to Her’s and Your prophets’

in those moments it hurts
to have once lost
Faith in You

New World Order

Love Poetry, Poetry

I burn
the world
for you

I level
every building
as you desire

I raise
the oceans and flood
every Channel Island
every coast-side villa
every individual
ant hill

I construct in their place
a world
where your eyes are
worshipped as platters
for moonlight

la diosa Tonantzin
is jealous

Athena
turns in
her grave

Kali will never
be the same

our new world
populated by butterflies
burning in mid-flight
and transfusion is a common thing

snow storms nourish
our lives and embers
fall covering my eyes

I told you in a dream once
how thoughts of you consume
my mind as wildfire
consumes our Southern
California home

ashes converge into your image
there are pilgrimages
to your bedside and my jealousy
wipes out the world population