Prometheus

She was made of fire
and everybody knew it.

Everything she touched
and everything she looked at.

The heat waves
and mirages.

The ones who caught fire
and wished to burn forever.

The ones who feared that weather
would bring rain.

She was made of fire
and he wanted to be burned so bad.

He begged her for the gift
only to claim he was its sole creator.

De Ladrones Y Cabrones

Los ladrones de Lewis and Clark
travelled by lantern at night

the land was sweet and innocent
like a young girl

her arms
were refreshing rivers

her eyes
could see forever

her hips
spacious and splendid

her hair delicious
until that fateful day

when they leveled
her people and her village

los ladrones y cabrones
de Lewis and Clark.

Perfect Storm

She was dangerous
blame her charms

no blemish
in her mind

the sea breeze
hung onto itself

a sandpiper
installed pipes

the love they made
swirled into view

two ships in the night
darker and darker

their hulls scrapping
against each other

exchanging rust
below the waterline

while a lonely porpoise
rode the bow wave.

Her Love For Him

Her love for him
was not like love

his love for her
dropped and dragged

was overwhelming
strange boulders

wandered into town
sliced and whole

she knew
their taste

their ribbons
as his scent

crawled its way
towards her

and she accepted him as fire
choking on his smoke.

Of Lovers Lent To Us

Bent back
form the suspicious limb

folded
as it were

her lips
of bright night

could cheat
could fathom

could rile
simmering moon

in the cauldron
of a sick sea

and those
who despised them

for what
love was.

2.

Anxious to get
to see her

the fine glass
he wove into his eye

the blood
he'd brought from song

whatever was wrong with right
grew in his chest

the blaring siren
of a fingernail

is nothing to man without woman
the metal of desire

oozes up from nowhere
leprosy of the sun

as they make love
with broken and nervous necks.

In Her Own

Mark my words
she said

as if she was
the poetess of love

which clearly
she wasn't

the sexual pearls
next to

time-lapsed
roses

a beautiful bead
of sweat

on her belly
and the skyline

of the city
begged climax from sea.

Reunion

for S. G.

The ache in her heart
as she jumps on him

and wraps her legs
around his waist

could be forgiven
except for the stones

which move
like bullets

wooden or leaden
what does it matter

her eyes sparkle
and oppress

even menace.
Is this what love

is all about.
He catches himself

in mid-thought---thinking---
love should be self-explanatory.