Poinsettias wait for me
somewhere in Mexico
or maybe in a flower shop
somewhere near the border
red and green pointing at my chin
as I rise and thump
the rocket away
up to Heaven
down to Hell
waiting for the consolation
from the milk of the poppy
when it comes — be ready baby
give me all that swoon
those Aphrodite curves
laying on a bed of autumn leaves
your welcoming mat greets
the mud on my boots on December 24th
Portugal's knocking at the door
darling, give me all that I'm owed by the gods
I'll give you your due as well
my body craves yours
but not for the reasons of the hook
hanging by a chain and holding meat
as blood-soaked white apron butchers
chop ***** on metal tables with meat cleavers,
and clean the sweat off their foreheads.
No, not for those reasons at all
I'm beyond all that, I'm beyond ***.
the reason I crave your body
it's because the raindrops
fall from the sky and elope with the earth
filling the grass where crickets
drink and get drunk holding their mugs
cricketing their songs of better days to come,
bird nests soaked in eggs
that are required to be sat on
huevos demand to be nurtured by heat,
Tupperwares fill to the brim
left for stray cats to dip their whiskers in
and dry food becomes wet food
revealing all the whispers that they leave
on that makeshift bowl.
all things that should be left alone
yet aren't — rain won't let them be
that's the reason
love.
Old write