Chicano Poet

Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Mexican Flying Carpet

In her eyes I'm a swanky feathered serpent
I come in her dreams
and coil myself around her
while her mother thinks I'm slippery & slimy

to her daughter
I'm like the soft feathery flight
I take her thighs on every night

her lips quietly parting for my beak


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