Summer Suppers

You kiss me like the scent of lilies

Stargazed petals, magenta lips

White hushes your edges

 

I kiss you like the sun dreaming

Brushing the curves of your mouth

Curling your lips between mine

 

I brim over the horizon, over you

Amber-flows into clouds, into you

 

And you give me requited stars

In the shape of freckles on blushed cheeks

Wild gold silks about you

 

We kiss how summer suppers

Evening. Weaving its way through

Murmurous leaves with tongues of air

 

The scent of lilies permeates

A glowing meadow of rays

As our lips form crescents

Against the weight of night

Malemolência

Green hazel eyes

pierce and sting

irises of dew-covered mornings

or freshly cut spring grass

 

Against my black marble eyes

you reflect then

drown or rather, I rise anew

I like to think that

you reinvent me

 

with every shock of

piquancy that

make home in the pores of

my flesh

 

Sweet hazelnut against

crimson copper

Muérdeme para que puedas

probar el sabor de ti

dentro de mí

 

Tus labios están hinchados

por mis besos y no me disculpo

So I bite and bite porque

tus labios y lengua me dan vida

 

Si yo soy la rueda de malemolência

tú eres el eje que me gira

vueltas y vueltas

I only stop to kiss you

Close Between

If those chipped peeling walls could tell

Their blue frightening and closing in

(I seem to have a thing for bathroom scenes

The close intimacy, the raunchiness, the locks or lack

Thereof.) She held the door closed as I went down

She tasted of Victoria’s, Bohemians, and trembling ecstasy.

If those baby blue cracked walls could tell

How much I loved her, how much I breathed for her.

To part her lips with my tongue, her hands through

The tiny coils of my hair reminds me of yellow

Sparkling over a deep sea. I’m floating and she’s my wings.

I could’ve had more but the party’s over and 2am skies

Bathe the night air. I’m close to anger when she cries for him.

Across the street I sit and listen to the saddest guitar

While she sobs drunken and absorbed.  Yo respiro.

 

–Luecretia, the esoteric

 

 

Inspiration: Daily Prompt: But No Cigar

En la llovizna con ella (Poem)

Her thin pale hands took in mine

We’re lying down on a white mattress

In La Casa Roja, the fiesta has just begun.

 

My hands are heavily worn from manual

Labor; hers are permanently burned from

Los cigarritos she tries to smoke end to end.

 

I’m wearing bright pink acrylic and her nails

Are bitten down to the bed. In that moment

I realize how high I am and the Mezcal is alive

 

Squirming through my limbs. I’m exhausted—

Running around Puebla en la tarde, en la llovizna con ella

I’m still soaked with fervor as she tangles our fingers.

 

She leads me in the bathroom.  I have to go but

She kisses me.  Her fervent lip between mine

Reminds me of smoking my bowl back in the States.

 

She lifts my bra and I feel my way in her turquois tights—

I bite her. Oblivious to the crowd outside waiting and

Banging. She whispers my name, then licks my neck.

 

We giggle like two small girls and take our piss

Washing each other’s hands.  She fixes her hair

In the mirror— our smiles cross.  We’re smitten.

 

She opens the door and I don’t see her for another week.

She’s already in love with someone else.

“I should have kissed you longer.”

 

–Luecretia, the esoteric ❤

 

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