Latin Lover

You can not know it
how much your love tortures me.

My arm shot off by Cupid’s misfire,
my legs ache from Mexican lava.

My eyes have run off
with your virgin thighs.

You can not know it
how much it hurts to be away from you.

You tell me each day is like a balloon
popped by an unruly crown of thorns.

Each kiss intercepted by demons
before it gets to my Latin lips.

We’re like two ships in the night
aground on different vicious shores.

My heart flaps in the wind
like cactus.

I’m thrown down a well
by Mayans.

My heart cut out
by Aztecs.

You can not know it
how much your love tortures me.