Female Embrace

Thank you Frida this image captured my words

here they are, released to you. 

Always feels like I’m the last one

to get home on our block.

Our street quiet as I

limp like an ese my heavy

work bag slung over my left shoulder

loafers pinching my baby toes.

My dogs are barkin’ from the long day.

A few more steps, they will soon breath.

A coyote sees me and gets scared

it runs then freezes in its tracks.

I don’t stop. I walk faster pretend I don’t care

that he’s there, “you got your business

and I got mine,” I step it up but baby toes

don’t allow me to push it too much.

The neighborhood dogs hear my hurried steps

and fill the silence with barks.

I pass the neighbor’s house the

one that drives an exterminator van

with the sticker that reads “que quieres

pinche rata!” stuck on the back windows.

I scared another one of the night’s inhabitants

a mom and pup skunk duo.

I scurry to the middle of the street

where all the light posts spill their shine.

Smart move, two houses from “pinche rata” neighbor’s house,

where One-eyed Maggy the calico lives

I see a raccoon hurry up a tree.

“Uh, uh,uh I see you, you’re not jumping on me.”

Finally our gate

the little bell on the string

announces my arrival

and I hear our pups stir up into

a frenzy. They’re so happy to hear

my footsteps get closer, they’re cries get louder

and more desperate as I struggle with my key.

As soon as they see me they jump on their hind legs,

barking and twirling around like something out of

“The Nutcracker”.  I get on their level hug them, rub

and kiss and their little heads. Isis, the Siamese

wants to get in on the love and begins to rub her scent

on me then she twirls and twirls on her back

like some break dancer showing me her belly.

You stand there smiling

on and the animals feast on my caricias.

My day is not complete

without you draped in my arms.

I move in on you, grab you into me and we’re stuck

like magnates. Your head on my shoulder your sighs and

comforting noises delivered in my ear. Our bodies pressed

together smells like pressed cotton. Tight in our embrace

I feel your ovarian vibes reaching out to me

it feels like a cat’s purr atop of my belly but

it's really our ovaries. Poor female anatomy, often compared to a cows head

but is really a body, celestial head floating with

its hands outstretched, as if in a hug, ready to receive to welcome home. 

I feel the vibes, re energized.