Pour Toi No llegué a ti joven, y gracias a eso no tuve que mentirte. Vine con las manos marcadas, con nombres que ya no pronuncio, con una casa medio en ruinas que aún así sabe sostenerse en pie. Y tú… tú no preguntaste demasiado. Como si entendieras que hay historias que se cuentan solo con la piel. Ahora te aprendo despacio, como quien vuelve a creer en el fuego sin quemarse del todo. Tu boca no es promesa. Es recuerdo. Como si ya te hubiera vivido en otra vida más valiente. Me tocas y no hay prisa en tu forma, no hay hambre ciega, sino algo más peligroso: cuidado. Ese cuidado que desarma, que me quita la costumbre de resistir, que me deja sin defensa justo donde más me duele desear. Porque sí— todavía deseo. A esta edad, con este cuerpo, con esta historia que pesa y brilla al mismo tiempo. Te deseo sin pedir permiso, sin prometer eternidades que ya no creo, pero con una certeza más honda: que si me quedo esta noche, no es por falta de camino,...
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The Ministry of Womanly Peace
It’s at the intersection of unexpected And (seemingly) inconvenient Where tides meet Like the seas join oceans Caribbean to Atlantic in Vieques The water warm and cold turns back on itself at the Cape: Agulhas current, Benguela current Making Good Hope. It’s there where Yemaya speaks Her words light plankton iridescent So much that they join words Scientific To describe the miracle Biological and luminous Bio-lumin- ESSENCE The last word, the suffix Being the only one Really required. In this world where men make war In the sacred name of love misplaced By fear and atonement, Endless cycle Women commune with the moon In their own bodies Cheat death by birthing life, And write humanity’s history in the microscopic acidic blueprints that flow through these veins, hide in our cells Carrying generational stories Releasing them to create and susta...
Dangling Participle
I forgot to put the subject In front of the action. I lost my step Steep footing sharp, gentle sloped terrain Trouble ahead Double rewind Whimsical, thorny branches Litter the neat cobblestone path to a Forbearing, forbidding garden Paw licking felines line the walls Hiss to the beat of her steps Tender pulsating bliss As she moves Gingerly in silence Through their land Holding her own hand Mind cursed, Well versed Human Beast Sacred mammal She knows she’s hunting and hunted Softly piercing eyes Fixated on her foliage Wondering what’s poison, What’s nourishing So she steps in front of the bow As the arrow loses Splinters Near miss and Direct hit Creating An extraordinarily dull ordinary contradiction See: He wants her vulnerable What happens when she’s not?
Game On
Press Play, But don’t rewind Time is a circle It doesn’t matter if you try The dice will always hit the floor You will always pick them up And roll them again
Warrior
You’re here And suddenly All defenses down I lay my sword In deference And exhale exhaustion Sleeping next to you Deeply dreamless Every exoticism Every dance Every play Extinguished We wake Nude, laid bare to un bear Revelations: shared stories, So many Lovers past Childhoods too fast Our own children and all the things we fought With and without You make me coffee, The cream swirls erotic I inhale more of you Before I sheath my weapon And leave (maybe the last time) For the high country, Nourished
🌿 Winter Womb Song 🌿
I cradle the Winter Solstice Saturnalia like an ember in my palms, the bones of this land humming underfoot, frost lacing outstretched grasses like silver prayers. Here, in the dim breath between years, I breathe for us all: for the unheard wind voices, for the rivers that once danced free, for the thirsty roots pressing deep into ancestral soil. This Christmas, Mother says, there is a liturgy in the cold, a soft insistence woven through every bare branch that asks us to remember: we are made of earth’s own longing, her echo in bone and breath. The season feels like a trembling, truth bared by candlelight, a reckoning stitched into the blue-black sky. The political storm outside rages with greed and fear, shouts and fractures and flimsy crowns; here, inside the quiet kernel of winter I hold a different fire: a flame rooted in rose-heart hope, feminine, fierce, unashamed. We are promised no easy peace! ...only the sacred work of tending the wounded green be...
Our Mix, Matching Bottom Note
( Subtitled… the right to change my mind) Still: Your Top notes Chilled cucumber Citrus cocktail Water lotus Drenched green leaves Your Heart notes Szechuan pepper Mirabelle plum Lavender White cedarwood Your Base notes Sandalwood Guaiac wood Patchouli Mus k Immutable mutable me: (Eve’s Revenge) Top Note: Williams Pear This note provides a fresh, ripe, and juicy opening to the fragrance. (Heartbreak) Middle Not e: Sweet Pea This is a soft, floral note that complements the fruit with a garden-fresh scent. (Remembering) Base Note: White Musk This note creates a powdery, clean, and smooth finish that deepens the scent and adds softness. Plus a vanilla cream to soften the skin (if not me.) So what if… and I’ll entertain it… It’s actually another “you” (who for once) Carries the investment Giving more than you take An unusual vibration Ripple effect of a smooth pebble In the depths of my dark born lake The investment, still al...