Chicano Poet

Friday, January 17, 2014

Epilogue: Cinnamon Girl

The taste of her cinnamon skin
drove him wild
boards split in half
stones blamed each other
trees let loose their oceans
hearts fled India
cups climbed onto tabletops
her clothes were strewn about
love was over and desire rebuilding
the taste of her cinnamon skin
sweet upon his broken lips


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