Lady Love

Dear Milky Hips,
hija, your lips
necessitate mine.
let me be the first
to answer
their primal cry
for aguardiente rivulets
and wash from them el red wine
that prostitutes forget.

let my spout drown you instead.

Se que you long for your head to rest
but my breast es
softer
than the ground
this
grassy skin more warm
than
cigarettes
a willing shroud
to wrap the gaps,
en las muchas
muchachas
y
ropa vieja
tu has found.

let my fingertips sow through tu summer gown.

I want to
be tu amoeba y
flagellate the syrup space,
hasta que
our membranes
meiosis como
masa de cake,
until our
chromatids
twist y
recombinate
como un
messy plate.

I will be tu amiga hasta que me cortes el tape.