THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY CAYENA’S FACE

      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.