Love (1999)

I feel earth under my feet,
then I fall, powerless,
tiny, into your vast ocean.
I fight the current,
hear myself drowning.
I don’t sink,
I surge under a wet fist,
punch into hazelnut clouds.
Dusky horizon,
a lush green cliff
rushes to meet me.
I see paradise there.
You my wave,
split, spread wide.
I slide into damp
space, you gently
shatter me in your
stony depths.
Some shards
are still missing.

Struggle

I slapped your cheek, but not your face,
your crimson blush the only trace.

The tears you cried held secret bliss,
You kicked and screamed against my kiss.

Your broken will, your muscles sore,
and savagely I pierced your core.

You fought and squirmed, denied my length,
But you could not deny my strength.

You swam around in my raw sweat,
the salty joy of getting wet.

My breath upon your ear did flow.
You begged me then to thrust just so.

Sweating

Sweating, we are woven together
like threads of liquid fiber.
Our slick skin tightly bound up,
pressing into each other desperately,
we search for solace in secret dampness.
I am el buscador, the seeker,
looking for answers in your body,
finding only deeper questions.
Some mysteries must remain,
to gently tease us
until we break free
from our cages of flesh.