Chicano Poet

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Little Black Dress

Her little black dress
turns red hot

in his wavering hands.
Her lips tell him

take it all
take it all

her breath.

And he knows it,
but falters

as he has
always done.

She is the fire
which rages

in the words
he tries in vain

to vanquish,
to slink away from---

a fool
content with embers.


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