Dharma Love

For a fortune of fantasies in my fancy
I'll keep you twisting in my mind
sweet
brown and twisting
in my fingers
and hands
I won't exhale the last of you
till I taste your lips again

blessed temple
of youth
and wisdom
Buddha mind and karma soul
you want to read me
I want to write you
like two hands drawing one another

we slip and trade
between bareness and open
behind the shut blinds
mystery charms us
secrecy surrounds us
and hands clasped hard
keep us from
coming
from coming
too soon.

There are no promises we've made
to fade
and the zen click moments of
your eyelashes
beat
the reality of us
and smiles
twisting in your fingers and hands
wont let me rest
till I taste your skin again

Frida
you are here.

sitting across from me
legs askew under table
telling me to drink
another,
damnit
tome otro

i want to be the mescal
on your soft pale lips
instead
and you scorn me
and smile

fridita
quando vamos besar?
quando me quierres
yo me voy
diga me
por favor

(tiny frida
when are we going to kiss?
when you want me to
i will go
tell me
please)

eyes soft and brown
to tumble on
somewhere you are painting
with splash of crimson
and mouth twisted in thought.
let me bind in your gentle bird like arms

i want to be your comadre
your protector
your lover
your friend

fridita
take me in your shelter again
i promise
i will not spoil the painting

prayer wheel and mantra
in rust colored cloaks, my dreams
say it's time to wake

upon hearing the news
that you would soon be gone
my heart was filled with the patterns
of your dresses,
your worn shoes,
and silk stockings.
watching you dress in flimsy slip,
your feet
small
and notted with arthritis
you rubbed with linaments
and placed carefully in small
houseshoes.
black bobby pins
in your thin silver hair,
your watch on a chain
you held to my ear
as you rocked me to sleep on your lap.
sugar cookies
and cold milk,
corn masa kneeded in your strong hands
and slapped on black comal
for breakfast
lunch
and dinner.
afternoon naps in the long
hot
south texas afternoons.
laughter that bubbles
and chatter with comadres
over caffe con leche
and pan dulce or cake.
and reciting 'santa maria'
in the dark
in the room
before you'd sleep at night.