el agua lenta
el agua lenta los caminos ligeros accidentes suspendidos en el aire el tiempo se anuda para echar raíces sobre nuestros cuerpos desnudos y yo alisaré tus pelos hasta llegar a tu boca
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Love Letter to an Imaginary Indian Lover
Love Letter to an Imaginary Indian Lover March 26, 2016 that intimate place between your legs —my black obsidian god with a diamond head— that drags and throws me into the sea of assumptions my beautiful night demon with implacable testicles of a tiger whose semen— running ember from which the Milky Way proceeds— fills me like a well of light I will never forget you yet in vain do I now demand the thirst of fire before the twisted landscape of my life
A teenage love poem
A teenage love poem To those who gave me their love in return for very little I love you because you write poetry on the urgent edges of your empty room. Because you've attached verbs to the pain that invades you and even when you can't remember I’m Sergio it's me who accompanies you through the travesty of names. And because you say, you’re beautiful, and leave with the dawn. I love you because you took me to the river and the flight of birds that nest in the water. You place your hand on my shoulder to give me the encouragement I sometimes lose. Because you stare me down and wink your eyes to make me follow, you inspire, and welcome me, sustain me in the air when I'm flying aimlessly or when I've lost my bearing.