Friday, September 28, 2012

When all lights have quieted


When all lights have quieted
And a pot is atop the stove
Underneath it burns a set
Of smoldering coils
Brilliant in its variegation
Unfettered it its devotion to red

The bubbling reports
Spill over in temporary drops
Over the intuitive parameters of
That deep set pot

A fire below screams
Implore me!
¡Con la sensualidad!
Drink from the dirty cup
And wash from the clean tap

From the rim of derision a chuckle echoes…

Dame un razon
To force the memories
Boiling soft inside
Into the back of my throat

The temperature
Escalates slowly
To sear those elements
Which can flip quickly

Y la lenguaje
Folds into itself
Revolves in circumscribed geometry
In turn

I envelope the tongue.