a poem I wrote in 2013 about love in Mexico ;
F u g a z o
You slip a little cigaro finger in a slash of a peeping rose light and waltz with me into the high night.
I let you tug at it and peel it open because the waves of your head and exotic nature makes me feel raw and multicoloured.
I want to store some of that in the tent of my pinky Corazon. Your waves are wild they flood in and make my shell billow.
Behind your vibrant shutters there is an unknown and complicated darkness, it sticks to the sticky insides, it drags me to the soil and then pulls me high and fast into the clouds , dedos de dios filter back to home.
I feel my lightness, the lightness of my simple four leaf clover crown, I feel the lightness of my skin, your coffee and Delgado infused skin contrasts against mine and reflects my opposite.
Like a catalyst , you eat and transform my prism. You are my learning curve , carving the way I form , I am yours. We understand little , your tongue moves differently from mine but we share vivid mirrors, we share sides like a jewel in the present. We share our ojos de dios and exchange precioso regalos in doing so.
I am grateful for my fleeting.
I am grateful for my fugazo.
