poem...

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PREGUNTAME

faces set in stone
attatched to hips that move from side to side
marching like soldiers in eachother´s arms

a song goes on for ages
moving bodies with the same abrasive rhythm
beat after beat
never letting up even as the feet begin to stumble
canya burning through the veins
stepping on the toes of girls who deny it politely
heads angled downwards and painted half smiles
beautiful dolls motionless in the fluoresence

I´m tired of latino love
with it´s booty shaking distraction
hiding in hairgel and questions that lead to a final intention

One day you will be mine

he whispers in my ear
putting his breath on me
musty like smells that you have to look for
buried deep beneath things initially recognizeable
fingernaildirtbeerdruglips
the odor of straining organs and hollow words

What is your name?

pupils gleam longingly
reflecting wanderlust dreams and an empty belly

just give me one kiss for the sake of memory

eyelids fluttering delicately
contrasting the hagard skin
grainy like concrete dried up by the sun

I prefer to be alone
where I am me without persuasion
quiet and simple
watching from a distance
as the birds plunge like bullets into the sea

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