Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Waltz Beneath

Remember the tiki place?
Like the old backyard
with sand, the pool,
and the grass wrapped around.

Hable, hable con su cuerpo.
Think, think with your hips.
Mi carozon, 
no llores, no llores
sólo se mueven.

A World's End

Destruction comes the day I fall for the right person
or vice versa.
It's the day my world meets its end.
In time, with age
upon death
'til I part.