Chicano Poet

Tuesday, May 07, 2013


for S. G.

The ache in her heart
as she jumps on him

and wraps her legs
around his waist

could be forgiven
except for the stones

which move
like bullets

wooden or leaden
what does it matter

her eyes sparkle
and oppress

even menace.
Is this what love

is all about.
He catches himself

in mid-thought---thinking---
love should be self-explanatory.


At 8:22 AM, Anonymous Erica Villagomez said...

I love this one! The last line is great and also very true.

At 6:35 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks, Erica.


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