Lustful

He is kissing me
His silky lips
Arousing every sensation in
My body
I see his fingers slowly caressing
My face
And he begins to take off
Every layer of clothing on
My body
I can feel his hands cupping my breast
as my nipples begin to rise
I feel his pulsating force against
My body
endless times
and as I take my last breath
I awaken alone
 

Nostalgia at the Laundromat

I look down at the deep surface of the hole
A sea of clothing clustered on one side
The water begins to cascade down fast
Its cold like the snow melted on the riverbanks

The foam soon begins to rise
It is soft like cotton
Battling with stains and greases
Of many hamburgers and potato chips

I soon realize that the sun has set
It is dark and frigid
I hear the constant sounds
Of cycles and dryers like ratty engines

The mindless chatter permeates the room
People from the neighborhood congregate
To wash and dispense gossip
But, I wait patiently for my clothes to wash

Secluded from the crowd
 

The Seed


“I never meant to hurt anyone
I am proud of my Indigenous roots
My dark red skin magnificent
The symbol of one with the earth
I didn’t betray my people
                  the Aztecs

I was sold to Cortez in a slave trade
I saved my people from further slaughter
In the process I did fall in love with
My master
                  and yes
I am La Malinche
Cortez became the love of my love
He was my flaming passion
And the conquest of Mexico embittered
                             my people

But remember
I am the original seed of the new race”