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Sweet Home
THROUGH MY EYES.
It was February, early in the month, when I saw you
in that navy suit, the bone white, linen dress shirt
pressed firmly against your upper body.
I couldn’t take the image out of my head. you were looking
down at your phone to send a message, maybe,
and I saw a clear quartz dangling from a bracelet on
your wrist. the same crystal I have around my neck,
cocooned in silver wire and dangling from a braided
chain.
And at the same moment
You looked up and smiled at me
I still can’t get the image out my head.
MANGO MORNINGS
I fell in love with the thought of kissing you,
when my love for mornings recurred,
under the suns instructions I covered bitten nail beds in soil to plant red berries.
Mango no longer touch my tongue, without a lingering taste – of you.
Cruel
“Don’t do that,” he says.
“Don’t ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I’ve laid myself bare to you and all it’s gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don’t torture me,” he says,
meeting my eyes again.
“It’s a cruel thing to do, even to someone like me.”
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“All those taken from Amándote
It’s one of my dearest books that I’ve ever written, each poem & prose that I wrote, the good, the bad, the ugly, was influenced by personal situations.”
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