Cristian RosasMediterranean breeze warmed my dreams;cappuccino mornings blendedinto Bacardi sunsets.Tobacco smoulders and I remember-his name was Cristian Rosas.Sunset passed. Spirits pouredEuropean measures- unlike tight English twenty-five mil,relieving the throbs of snow white turned red queen.The glow led our intoxicated journey. Sambuca fused.We invaded the dance floor.yellow lanterns,blue, red, greenblue,yellow, red,green merged with smiles.Freedom spun me to his arms.Giggles blushed sunburn. Cristian Rosaswhispered his name.Fingers caressed my shoulder;pulses shot down my back.Lights,music people blurredinto echoes. His wordsa treat richer than coffee. Citrusperfume infused the heat; hunger took control.Honey seeped into locked lips.His wink broke the spell.Notes flew off key. Samba swayeda desperate grind of genitals, disgusterupted in my throat. Honeytinged saccharin;backhand met cheek.On patio furniture I sucked cigarettes.Cappuccino froth sank with my lust
Snowflakes JourneyFrost licks every twigevery blade, topping roofswith Jack-glitter. Minusdegrees attracther grey mantle; inhalingpure ether as she comes.Sisters float beside me-let the goddess' gentlewinds brush me; guide me downto him..I crafted you with a silver pinEtching unique patterns. Cherishyour aura,for he will adore you.The goddess whispered:"Snow powders you tonight, find one flake"My roots tingled with excitement, nolonger shrivelled cold. As skiesturned silver, natures pulseechoed my entirety.He presents to me--each crisp grass blade stands toattention. I hope he knowsthe steps.She lands--resting on me, content;seeping, she melts.
First Lovei.Our bench:rows of fairy lights ropetowards the turbulent cityWarm evenings, playing in the park,till your mam came shouting .Every night of summer.You never cared how different we were.ii.Toilet paper decorates leafless trees andyour lungs fill with newly discovered smoke asYou admire your handiwork.The sexes split. You teasethe girls for attention.iii.Those amber lights merely rowsupon rows of ugly terraces all designed by the same architect.We never talk.iv.You were seenwith your handsdown her trouserstomorrow you will blame intoxication.v.Under the red skies, we exchanged memories likeveterans warmly recalling fallen friends. Swings rockedin the winds, squeaking slowly sharing our dynamic;juxtaposed on that faithful bench. You told me you hated whatyou had become.Red turned grey turned black,drizzle soaked our skin.You held me close as we walkedback to your house--It wasn't your first timeI ignored the pain.vi.You never visit the park anymore.I
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