Chicano Poet

Friday, November 06, 2009

Lovers’ Altar

after we made love
I removed your spine

being careful to entice
every little bit of sinew

imagine the moon
lying on its dark side

imagine teeth
giving and receiving surf

the brim of your skull
above water

your orgasm like a doorknob
its gold in my hand

silence has a lump
I discover in the hall

love brushes aside
my suave face


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