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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

This is for all the people who face each day
without family behind them
without partners beside them
without society in their corners
But still, they manage to roll up their sleeves and do the work of the day
This is for all the people who break down barriers
save countless lives
provide a smile
give encouragement
But still have no voice or rights [...]

For days after, I would feel her fingers in my chest. Like they were going through my skin, through my muscles, inside, inflicting their damage.
I’d do like I remember Mama doing and pour table salt into extremely hot water and make a compress and put it on the bruises. If I did that right away, [...]

We’re supposed to be running away together. Away to the American dream of a house in the ‘burbs, successful work, a large yard, SUV and three gorgeous kids: an African-American boy with twists in his hair, a curly, red-headed Caucasian girl and an Asian girl with long, straight black hair. It would be us – [...]

Not tonight.
My heels began to sink into the firmness of the mattress. My hips moaning and settling from agony to comfort. I grimace; by the catch in her breath, she realizes how much today was pain.
Keeping my eyes closed, I feign relaxation, possibly the beginning fringes of sleep. But I am listening to her movements; [...]

Cello deep
I feel you moan and weep
when reaching
cautiously
for me,
while I grimace
from shame
as your fingers
erase blame
from the slick healed bead
down the middle of my back…
I wondering -
if it weren’t there,
would you like me better like that…
?
Simultaneously
these terminally weak muscles
in these terminally weak
hands of mine,
stop your
roaming
hesitant
fingers
with their insistent

Beside you
in the haze of orange-sliced morning sun
I am strong
beside you
outlining the blue collar muscles
that ride in waves
beneath your pale
virgin-to-me
devil-could-care skin
…and I lose the breathe I had been saving
to wish you a good morning,
the vision of wanting to be absorbed and loved by you
like we have been
at least until I can get over

It’s always laying down at night that’s the hardest. I always feel like I need to be doing something or being with someone, enjoying some carnal pleasure. It is always my crisp cotton sheets though, pattern-less in the dimmed lights of incense or maybe an occasional candle that keeps me in contact with anything outside [...]