Chicano Poet

Monday, April 29, 2013


He was a magic man,
and she was too young

to understand.
His purple eyes

drove her wild.
His angry hands

were sweet.
And as his shoulder

dug into her back,
it spoke

the words
she longed to hear.

She dripped honey
all the way home.

His purple eyes
haunting her heart.

She memorized every single thread
of his magic carpet.


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