2005
Dark Epiphany
I want the dark-haired beauties
the olive,
leche-con-cafe
mamasita’s
the ones who’ll curse someone
and love you with the same
crimson-cinnamon lips that kiss life to your parts
I want the dark-eyed
soft hearted/fuck you
in the same breath women…
the under-rated sapphires
in this diamond glittered town
I want the calculating
senoritas
donnas
mademoiselles
the ones that can make you dinner and
break your heart
like a drop of a plate
the slice of a knife
a caress of their hand…
but they won’t
cause they understand
the power of pussy and love and lust
that they have over you…
over you…
over me…
I want the hard hitting
don’t-fuck-with-me-unless-invited
bellas,
the ones that can melt my heart
by smiling
in recognition of my vulnerabilities
and that she’s gotten a rare
privilege to see me,
like this,
naked and open and willing and painfully needing and trying
trying, the only ways I know how
to let her know how much she has changed my life…
I want the creamSplashedWithCappuccino
honeys
the ones with a cold streak
of hungry sex in their voice
at ten-in-the-fuckin-morning…
yeah…
yeah…
I want you.
© 2005 Sandra JP
