Sunday, June 17, 2012

Mujer # 17

Because you addressed me
with shrugs, each
arch of back
a warning

de niña I wanted
only the purpling of lips
insatiably     biting
plum flesh

if only
you understood
the nostalgia
of collateral damage:
bone snapping    and
rogue gaps
along fidgets
you too would
lull into my terminal syphon

rocking, rocking
until spines collide
big bang theory mami

you a universe of atoms
and i an atom
in your universe.

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