I
YOUR GLANCE,
OF SADNESS BRIM,
TWO BUSHES
AND ONE CAYENA,
JUST AT THE
HEART, OF THE NEST OF A HYENA,
MY FINGERS,
WERE DISJOINING YOUR FLOWERS,
LOOKING, FOR THE
SASSIEST BEAUTY,
BEHIND THE
LAST LIGHT’S HOLE AND BAMBALINAS.
FELT YOUR
FRAGANCE, SAW YOUR BODY AWAKE.
ON BLUE
WATERS OF SURF DESERT,
SLEPT, ON
DRESSES OF TANGERINES,
SEARCHING IN
THE SKY,
JUST A KISS,
FROM YOUR SKIN DIVINE,
VAIN WHITELY
BREASTS, PERFECT FOR A RHYME,
WAITING TO BE
CAPTURED, IN TWO PERFECT TIMES,
KNOWWING THE
THEFT OF AN INSURGENT AGE,
OH PRETTY
FACE!...YOUR LIPS, THE TEMPTATION OF YOUR KISS.
OF YOUR
THINGS, OF YOUR WINE AND YOUR CHEESE,
CALL YOU AND
CALL YOU, AFTER DAYS OF SORROWS,
I UNDERSTAND NOW,
THE RIGHT
SIDE OF MY CAYENA’S FACE,
HERE THEY
COME…STARVING,
WEREN’T
SATIATED, BY LEFTOVER OF THE LYONS,
ALL THE
HYENAS BEHIND YOU, FALSES,
DRESSED AS
CHAMALEONS,
THE RIGHT
SIDE OF YOUR FACE…THE SECRET,
I’M THE ONLY WHO
KNOW.
