love poems

I need to know

Is there a pot of gold at the

End of your rainbow?

–

Lets be searchers

Chart paths like rivers

Between snow covered hills

You are mexico

And we will pretend this is 1691

I am Armando Castillo – the explorer

Show me the way.

–

i’ve heard it said that Sex is better in Spanish

And sometimes when I am your

Muy bonita negra senoria – we ride the waves together

Until even the walls sing

Harder chicana

Put it in your boca

Ooh si senora

Don’t stop….

But besos do not erase battle scars

Even the walls know that

When I am not your sweetheart

I am your chula

Your bitch

The sorry muthafucka who dreams too many dreams

And when the waves that we ride

Crash together in your eyes

We speak the universal language

and

no, Fucking is no better in Spanish….

–

I am the thought that you need to remember

You are the addiction (impulse) that I want to forget

And that is a contradiction

–

If only we could live in the darkroom

Exist in the blinding light of the flash

Become still lives

Be the smiles in the photographs

–

I want to……………………

But I am afraid

That if I start

Then I will never stop

And then there will be two mighty rivers with mouths in Mississippi