Elegantly do they stride
In their heavenly chambers
In the sky...
Blue eyes versus her Mexican soil
Boxers and panties
Both at the mercy of her teeth...
A crowded subway’s like a jungle
Overgrown with vines.
You have to chop your way inside
Scent of chrysanthemums
I see that word hovering at the edge of your sentence,
Cautious. Hesitant. Avoiding my gaze.
The label you need to fit...
I was unable to see
The morning through your eyes,
To fit the time in a painting
And lock him out in one of...
Melodious is its name,
Worthy of its fame,
Romantic and idyllic all the same,
Sparkling and bright in the myopic’s eye...
I got used-
too used to feeling on top
On cracked windows
And creased curtains.
I tend to mix up do’s and don’ts
Not out of recklessness
Malice or even stupidity
It’s more a second nature...
You’ve been talking a lot with your fists lately
12 years old -approach this world peacefully
readily and steadily you warrant...
It was a weird wall
Like the Mobius strip,
it had only one side,
the other one was unseen,
With heat coming up from the pavements
And banging on the walls of houses
With enough force to kill a man
With all of Cuba’s grown ups...