My first collection of poems that I am trying to get published. This is a set of poetry in three sections reflecting on journeys, physical and emotional.
Her sweet half smile through wetted lips And sighs cannot disguise Her fierce deep love and honeyed logic Stare softly through Inuit eyes.
A bunch of close knit flowers, Every stem a different regret
Señores Guardias Civiles, Aquí Pasó Lo De Siempre. Aquí Han Muerto Cuatro Romanes Y Cinco Cartagineses.
You are distilled through it leaving only hair in the plughole and a breeze of perfume.
I discipline the blood across my face and look for the one who makes me the one I want to be.
I know she'll forgive all those guilty sins and the ridges of my fingertips leaving long prints on soft skin.
The lake that was once a pond to us is Opening the sweet flowers of its earth Mirror ripples reflect one face as us And rivulets to my core fire their growth
Soft corners mix and float through memory Like the spires that scrape the sky,