o girl
sad and lost girl..triste
swimming in the past girl
all around my heart like a sacred ring
of flames

in ringlets of moments
a tiny mark above your eye marks
the center point of my
spiral down
to the core
of you, girl

girls that smell like candy
leave wispy trails behind them
i long to follow.
my ganas are in my stomach for them.
they remind me of girls at the pulga
buying bags of chicaronnes
drowned in fire. red nails they suck on..
i want to be their caballero
in pantalones and cowboy hat.

girls in bathing suits..
heavy breast slung low and wet,
i can look and not touch
i can eat them and not taste
and place them back for safe keeping
with thier drunk boyfriends
who never drink thier heady brew.

im dreaming again.

mixed up messages that tell me you are gone
finally.mixed up images of you
in purple
and black
like a negress in a southern one room
church
humming low and guttural
taking my hand like a child
smoothing it against your soft plump
arms
arms like mama
perfume like roses.

am i to fall like pity at your feet,
child
woman
artist
thief

mary magdalene in upswept robes

green is your favorite

i'm not sure what to think.