Chicano Poet

Friday, November 22, 2013

For L.

Whose buttocks I have grabbed
in love and lust
bedroom or kitchen
caressed your thighs in the car
hungrily soaked up your lips---
and you are not mine
just think the wonders if you were

when I take you back to your house
my heart drops like an anchor
to the bottom of an angry sea
which tosses it about
horny to corrode it.


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