Chicano Poet

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Visit From An Aztec Angel

An Aztec angel sat on my lap
and dug out my wonderful eyes.

Her halo dripped honey
over my lowly shoes.

Her feathery thighs
were joined at the wings.

My blistered breath was
pouring onto her ruby shoulders.

I used a club
to knock down black birds from a tree.

It made her swoon.
Her raven hair tasted of new-born fruit.

She shoved her beating heart into my mouth
and bite my lips until they bled.


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