Quinceañera

When does
my Quinceañera begin?
My butchness flower?
Gardenia, pungent, white
pure, innocence
in a bottle aromatic
incense.
Grrrrrr
to be free
Vrrrrrrrroom
Heading that way!
Rites of passage
Rights of passage.
Passing over me
my whole self
when you cross me.
Right to passage, I say!
Evolve, get out the way!
Write my passages
pages and more pages
Mad man!
So, so mad
the pace, Quinceañera.
As in, cada quincena
te traigo tu domingo
No siete!
Quince
Coupletes
una sobre la otra
Oligarchy
but all RICH.
You devour
MY vowels.
You Fester
in my bowels.
Quince
Digo, quisiera
As in “ya quisieras”
Si pudieras lo harías?
“Si lo hago,
chanfles”
Ya no me hago
La Pendeja!
Lotería
Le atine.
butch
Wear me Proud
BUTCH,
Were you proud?
Wore down a little,
not rubbed out
what nut
breaking my head
figuring it out.
OTHERING.
Being OTHERED.
On to OTHERS
and they will do onto you.
Until
you learn
Let go.
Bye bye hair
I didn’t care anymore
Wore my sideburns
Like a waffer
Long, dark,
SWEET!
To me
to myself
in the mirror
I see me.
Have to like what I see
can’t see anything else otherwise.
Quinceañera
Quisiera retener el tiempo
like retaining water
Seria incomodo?
Ya no me incomodo
No me incomodas
Es como vas aprendiendo
Préndete del presente
Quinceañera,
vivir la misma historia
es cosa rara.

I don’t believe in Valentines

Look at these hands
they love you good.
Suck my finger
Suck it!
Go ‘head
deny me
I wish you would.
I got you deep
rooted, wood.

Look at this hand.
Hand over your skin
to me-
Opened pores,
you, like a honeycomb
me endulsas.
Hand over your skin
pour myself into you.
Discovering
one small step for…
These fingers
trigger
trigger fingers
trigger
rat-tat-tat-tat
one giant leap
in your cunt
“mellon ballers.”
Scrape
SCRAPE
ScRApe!
Scratchy throat
red, burning, paprika
from your hollers
me asustan
nails on chalkboard.
Inflamation of the joints
knuckles flexing, slow tentacles
reaching out
Venus flytrap
tempting, lock me in
push me out
all sticky, pasty,
joint
to my skin.
Inflammation of the joints
burning at my center
my wrist, limp
been working my nerve
can’t deel with the numbness
I gotta work that nerve.
Yeah, right there
Get me that release
Spilling it for you, baby
Revealing it to you, baby.

Don’t look at my hand
take it.
Hanzel and Gretel with me
Leaving traces of ourselves
trails and tribulations
Dot, dot, dot connect
a line
bridge those islands
fear and love
fear of love
loving fear
love in fear
you so ornery!
relax
Don’t get all fizzeled
PoP
Geez!
On me.
Cum on
You do.
Take my hand
Look how deep
My love line go
Life line,
Call a
friend
Call me
your friend
Your bed buddy
our legs like crickets.
Crickets, crickets, crikets
we lie in the silence
pulsing with sex energy
Glow bugs!
Thighs undone
Spread those legs
Lock those ankles
Butterfly me
We tandem
through this world.
Make you jump
out your skin
Knees clackin
Lips like liquid
Drool on me.
I don’t believe
Valentines
I
spear you.
Succumb to the warmth
Cupped hands.

NEED

My snake’s heart
can be salty
como saladito.
I refuse to lick
them- my wounds anymore.
Exposed like the life of a party
revealed- taking the life out da’ party
killing the bubbly romance.
It’s in my hands
it’s in my hand
Corazon
crushing it gorgeous
grapefruit-swollen
mi corazon.

I…need love
a muse
My muse
LET you muse
on my love.
Love- what I do
Love feel it right
right feel to my love.
This is how it’ll be
FOREVER and EVER
I promise
over and over EVER
208 times
disregard my warning;
Don’t play!
Electricity, electric,
you charge me.

Our chemistry
molecular bonds bonded.
You’re hard like chemistry
String me along
break my head
show me things
cause crazy reactions.
Break my head
expose you to my thoughts
changing matters.

Can’t figure this interaction.
Respond not reaction?
Break my head
open, free, ego drop
wait that’s gravity
it’s all physical
our science.
Under our skin
read it
with your finger tips.
My dark matter
hangs over me
weight can break my head.

I don’t know…tell me more
all you have in store share
what you know….
You know
we’ll never
be desensitized
in our familiarity
tell me what you know
even if I know it all already.
Those stories you tell
like a dusty poem
gets picked at
the “could have been”
Scabbing away old wound
feels good.
I… need love
I need you
wrap your hand
friend of mine
in mine…
feel my serpent’s heart
pulse in yours.

the beauty of the heart

Look,
IT makes me cry,
tear drop,
pulse
we vibe.
Pretty rosy reds
take my breath
make me pump icy blue
the beauty of the heart
an open canvas.

OPEN
cut deep
-Surgery
deep into the psyche.
Little Birdie, Little Birdie
get me all …
tears in my eye
that beauty
THAT BEAUTY
so pretty I cry.

Feelings sprinkled
from margin to margin
barging into each other
electromagnetic lightning
they vibe.
Buzz, buzz
prick…thorns
bristled- get away!
Bristles!
Bristles paint
dip the toe.

Skin rough n’ tough n tumble
like a desert plant
straw man of the desert
strong man
of the desert. Desierto
deserted te siento.
Caterpillar kicked
that shell
to the curve.
Caterpillar spread
those wings out
brush against
those white lady fingers
curving long like
a calling.
Caterpillar spread those
wings out way out
sway, glide across
the canvas
like an open heart
SURGERY.


Beauty
you make me selfish.
Make me
wanna make it
all about me.
Grab you
pin you to my wall
hang you
see you up
against my wall
like a classic
vintage love
rough around the edges
yellow wood rings.
Oh, the years!
Pin you up against my wall
cold, so cold
those walls
warm them up
melt them away
with your pumps
not those 3-inch heels
make your legs straight like an easel’s,
Pumps, as in beat of your heart.
Pumps, as in throbs in your cunt.
Pumps, in and out of you.
Make me feel new
let me erase that past.
Pass the past please.
No, not the past
rewrite a new script
with you.
Help me
Play the part
Play along
Turn the page
and a corner together.
Like a signature
an autograph,
pointing the finger,
in a corner.
I’m naming it what it is
right in the corner
with my hook finger
pushing your buttons…
right there.
Putting my mouth into it
Standing behind my words
like a backup singer
backing my words up.
My words
a string around your finger
helping you remember
me I’m there.

Beauty
pour all over me-
liquid light.
Fresh like a morning
You arouse me
pulling
from the best of me.

Dulce media noche (or, "First Birthday Poem Ever")

I want to be inside you
when the clock strikes
12 midnight, new day.
New Year.
New.
EXPERIENCE
your birth with you
you slide down that water
slide, flow.
There she flows!
Like showers
on flowers.
Not flowers
still wetness.
Petals? Lips?
I still put
nose up in it.

When the clock strikes
twelve, I want to make
you pulsate
like Big Ben.
Pulse on the roof of your mouth
choking on your tongue.
We get gutta’
You get guttural
I take it personal
and hold you
accountable let’s
Get personal here.
I hold you account.
Pardon my accent
I meant en cuenta
No es en cuenta si no
cuentas.

Cuenta hasta 12
1…2..3 breath
4...5…6 and push through
7…8...9 it’s like being in a dark closet
counting down Bloody Mary.
SCARY
but you gotta look
a TrIGGer
in the face.
Let’s face it
it’s like a quake
rolls up on you
stomach even turns.
Get under a table
One hand on some fixtures
It’s for your safety this time.
With your other hand
cover your head
not your eyes
need them for glaring
don’t turn away
hand over your head!
You’ve got this shit covered.
“Do you want to stop
talking about it?”
---Nope, can’t must
not waste energy.
It doesn’t matter
Pardon my accent
It doesn’t mother
nothing nurturing about
turning the other cheek
on the truth
turning on your heel
I will dig my heels
Like spokes
Digo, spikes.
One
spoke,
hable,
hablar
hablamos
hablaremos
at a time.
new EXPERIENCE.


Won’t sacrifice
Line for the rhyme
Nor the rhyme
for the reason.
For no reason?
No matter
Pardon my accent.
I meant madre.
Madre que te partió
Bendita sea.
Bendita tu eres
Entre todas
Tu vientre
en tu vientre
A las doce
A las DOCE…doce
Dolce
Sweet
Dulce
Media
Noche.

La noche esta a medias
Ven, ay que llenarla
Tengo muchas ideas.
Mid-night, fill you up
with the sound of kisses
poppin off your ear
up to thirty kisses
one for every year.
Fill Mid-night up with whispered TEQUIEROS,
with feelings so fast they pull you out your dream
Fly out your mouth like a shooting star
And I catch them,
like a shooting star,
out the corner of my eye.
Really, the corner of my ear.
Feeling cornered when exposed to truths
those exposed truths
your lips reveal
like an open window
letting me see inside.
Your words…Welcome me
like a mat, they sustain me
in the still darkness of the night
one we try to fill
but really fills us
Dolce
Sweet
Dulce
Noche.

distill

Proud
clouds
stirred
about the evening sky
wild tigers, heavy
pregnant
with drops
of rain.

Tepid rain
timid rain
lands on my face
tender kisses.
The wind
nips at my ears
…I love wet-windy nights.

The next morning
get out of bed.
Good morning.
Back stiff with chills
cold morning
press my nose against the window
fog it up
my hot breath
looks like yesterday’s sky.
I pop it open..
poke my head
into the wet cold
air burns my nostrils
slides down my throat
my knees buckle
suddenly gotta pee.
Get hooked by the sky’s
Grey glare
She’s still unsettled.
Even after a full night of flushing out.

Jade and Serpent

Feels
good.
Feels
so good
when you ask about
my needs.
Feels good
to hear you ask
if I’m ok after
I’ve just broken your…
Damn!
Look at your O flow
fills my hand’s cup
Overflow.
It flows over
my bulging veins
down
my stressed wrist
pumps, pumping
your Cunt-spring.
Agua manantial
quenches my Serpent.
Me Thirsty Serpent.
You liquid Jade.
Obsidian Serpent
mirroring my soul.
Virgin who? Virgin blood?
Virgin whatever! Ey!
Ay como me gustas.
Ay como me gusta darte
tus gustos.
Take your breath away
Susto!
Me asusto
when you’ve just broken my
Super woman façade
you on your knees
ask about my needs.
You don’t wait for my reply
slide your mouth on me
kiss me from my knees
nibble up my thighs
outer, inner in between
your kisses land
perfect suctions
send me pulsing.
Feels so good.


Ask me.
Ask me if I’m ok
after I’ve lost my breath for you
your kisses,
your kindness
is royal
gonna call you your Highness
but you’re an Angel
leave me breathless
with tenderness
it’s the best.
Makes me feel
like I just sprung
into the mouth
of the Grand Canyon.
Sprung head first
over your smarts,
smart assiness
over your ass.
Stand there and stir it!
Hotness in the kitchen
give me that angle
so I can see that ass that sprung me.
Make me feel.
Make you feel
my intent
it’s intense.

Beg?
Nobody begs around here
except
for me not to stop going deeper.
Ay asi!
You let me go inside
deep, high.
Deeeeeeeep.
Give your heart a squeeze
from inside.
Drenched- I leave you.
Cum, sweat, tears.
Don’t tell me
you’re not going to beg
me.
That’s intense.
Your words baffled me,
salty water down my throat.
I came to you like the waves
whispered my feelings to you
they reached your ears
in a mad rush like
waves of emotions
bully me down, face scraping the sand.
I came to your shore with my feelings
knowing shit could easily evaporate-
white foam in the sand.
Eyes to eyes
color de cielo
y tierra
you top me
but the world turns.
Nose to nose
Fucken bloodhounds
your lips
pink petals
neighbor mine.
The tip of my toungue
knocking
for some of that suga’
let her in.
That’s close!
How close we get?

"Heaven."
Someone once painted a picture of it
for me.
I was in it, hand in the air
“pump the breaks!”
por que mira quien llego
de una manera muy comun
mi Angelita
su imagen envolvida en un texto.
Mira quien llego
Mi angelita
disfrazada de primera comunion.
My Angel skinny, mixed and young
“fill me up”
Angelita
“with the joy of living”.

Heaven is where the home is
home is what you make it.
Change percetion like you change
the channel
not #5 either that’s so generic.
Generic, that’s not what you are
Angel you are rare
like, like, like
angels walking on Earth
you ground me.




See the actuall painting "Heaven" that I referenced here;it's a piece by Alma Lopez. I’m one of the models. http://almalopez.net/digital/digital.html