Chicano Poet

Friday, March 21, 2014

El Azteca

I eat your heart
to retain my innocence
I take it in my hands
turn it over in my hands
my eyes roll around
in their sockets
my brain floats
in its hungry skull
I settle down
inside my body
I feel each bone
of my steaming body
I eat your heart
my fingers fill
and rush with life
which must 
come on outside


Post a Comment

<< Home