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