Lust

Cien Fuegos/100 Flames

Love Poetry, Poetry

con fuego enciendes     my bad brain
mi mente, lucido y lento     shining, burning, flaming

llamas azules acarician sueños     singeing hopes, degrading purple loves to
verdes, chamuscando sentimientos heridos ennegrecidos     degenerating piles of ash and embers
blackened

como mariposa de ceniza gris     stretching wings, fluttering ash dancing
llega a descansar tu     in thermal currents, your lips
beso rubí     en my lips
labios quemados     fried, cooked
y sedientos     you extinguish me

Available as an interactive poem for only $2 here: http://mkt.com/smiley-faze/cien-fuegos-flames-poetry-zine

Tu poesia

Poetry

Una cosa que debería ser

y aún es

al mismo tiempo.

Your temptation and mine

a celestial dance

between your lips

my mind

your hips

a profusion of sweat.

Work.

That’s what it is.

A labor of color

time

a few traces of eyeliner

an inclination to hit something

soft like a bumble bee’s flutter

un zumbido

que corre por mis pelos

standing on attention

like fear’s makeup

that cocktail of testosterone

adrenaline and coals half-cooked.

Your poetry is inescapable.

A truth that burrows

under my nails

with yesterday’s stones

nitrates that fuel photosynthesis

potassium that prevents prolonged cramps

in my mind. Your poetry is a dead fish

permeating my skin

with fumes of life’s delicacy. Your poetry is

my strength.

5. Be detached from desire your whole life.

Love Poetry, Poetry

(from Dokkodo, Volume 1; The Way of Walking Alone)

Como si existiera una neblina
ante los ojos.

El no saber.

No saborear.

No poner mi lengua
en los pelos
finos de tus senos.

Jamás cargar un hueco
en mi diente
para rellenarlo con tu sabor
de piña y coco.
El azúcar café,
café y azúcar.
Remedio natural.

Niña perdida.
No tu. Yo.
Ni tuyo.

Jamás vivirás
con deseo en tu vida.
La vida entera.

Es importante vivir
sin deseo, ascético
en tus maneras,
tus manías.

This poem is part of my last poetry and photography chapbook, “Dokkodo; Volume 1—The Way of Walking Alone” available online at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze.

La madrugada

Love Poetry, Poetry

El perfume de tu
piel manchó mis sabanas
ayer. Te fuiste
cuando mi zenzontle
te cantó. Al amanecer solo
encontré un hilo de tu
vestido que rompí.

It’s Overpowering

Love Poetry, Poetry

Room temperature too much
you casually took off
your sweater, exposed your skin
and a surge of lust
overtook me.
I won’t lie.

Soft, smooth.
Your hair pulled back.
So soft, so smooth.

Entranced by your Coppertone
skin tone and I
couldn’t stop thinking…
so soft, so smooth.

I’d explore you.
Find the deepness of your depth.
Define your soul.
Explore the valleys
that your hills create.

Allow me to travel
along the curves of your body.
Sensually.

Explore the intimacy of your self.
Explore us.
You, me
together.

I felt lust, girl.
I won’t lie.

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.