Sunday, May 26, 2019

Los Novios

Married 05.25.2019
Ours is a good love
a classic love
settled, secure, durable
like big brown sexy
pillars of the gay community.
Pillars that many wish they could
twirl around- like some carefree stripper
we  know you want this!
We are a lusty kind of love.
Loving ourselves is loving our community
archiving its beauty in the poetry we speak
and in the portraits we create.
Line by line recording the shades
and shadows in the lives
of our brown gente
magagandang tao.
Because loving our community
is loving ourselves.

Our love is
promising
like the trunks that are your arms
malakas
promising comfort, security
and love when they wrap around
me.
Our love is
endless, like the many barriers,
the challenges big and small
that have threatened
the world weve  built
together...and we look back
shine our big, bright beautiful smiles
at all that weve overcome
and feel comforted in knowing
that our love is built for a lifetime.


Our love is great
historic
Viejo!
My man!
Eres mi viejo amor
Amor del bueno
Que me hace suspirar
makes my purple prickly-pair of a heart
beat steadfastly against the walls
of my chest flooding my veins
with a kaleidoscope of emotions.
23 years later
and you still push me to the edge,
push  me to my limits
just as suddenly as you pull me back to my center
to find my core with you
our place of understanding.

I used to be like an iris measuring the light
to which I exposed myself to.
When I saw you  
I opened myself to fully take you in.
I see you Love
Good love
Old love
Classic love
Man love
Aking pagmamahal
Brown love
My love.

*poem written in honor of Hector and Napo's passionate love

Friday, August 24, 2018

Angel of Mercy



I.


Ángel de la tierra
que aterrizó como un torero joven
y seguro de sí mismo, con los pies firmemente
plantados en suelo mexicano,
en el medio de la época dorada,
enfrentando los cuernos del machismo
y la homofobia, ella que nunca fue disuadida 
y nunca desgarrada.
Sin necesidad de usar traje de luces
siempre abrazada por su jorongo
negro y rojo, vestuario digno 
de un apóstol de la canción
 
II.

Ángel de la misericordia
de pie en el escenario
con sus manos alzadas
hacia el cielo
ojos llenos de lágrimas 
suspendidas por la eternidad 
negándose a ceder al dolor.
Venas que palpitan por el calor del tequila
la frente brillante bañada por las luces.
Ella nos liberó del peso de nuestro dolor
con su llanto disfrazado de rancheras
guiado por el rasgueo de las guitarras
y el lamento de las trompetas.



Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Que Sacrificio





I need a shot of you.
Feel you burn
my throat 
when you go down, 
coat my walls with your words
graffiti artist of love that you are.
Your words fall into me
I the grand canyon for your words
that reverberate the loudest in me.
Together we are a work of nature