Chicano Poet

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Terra Forming

in that little pop-up town
I wanted to be tearing off your clothes

caressing your thighs
each stumble so precise

the scene fixed with haste
until it blurred

sex dripping
on the moon

sliding this way
and that

this love
we are so careful of

has its daggers
and its stripes

parting is cheap
the earth scrapped bare


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