With your meco in hand,
Smelling dawn in your ass crack,
Like doves seeking twigs (nests made of dirty sheets)
With spit, with the mouth breathing of
Swallows gathering mud (pressed into asshole)
Ripened peach, thai smell i lift with
My finger tips, slipped out of you (lost tooth)
***
Omens in
the buff shine of
Car hoods, sun, light cleaves,
Bent in the high gloss (sweated chests)
These
tire marks, across grass stain,
Pressed earth. Broken quartz. Broken
Teeth. Chrome colored (pechos made of metal)
This
heat, wafting from muffler, from
Bronzed exhaust, fumes of frajos, smoke
Lifting like pollen (bellies glistening)
Car hoods, sun, light cleaves,
Bent in the high gloss (sweated chests)
Pressed earth. Broken quartz. Broken
Teeth. Chrome colored (pechos made of metal)
Bronzed exhaust, fumes of frajos, smoke
Lifting like pollen (bellies glistening)
***
Cat claw, juniper stinking (of
moonshine, of hot hot).
(rusted- like tin can she says)
shh, like moon,
Riding down, the stem of hot
night, pulsing-
Like beetle, strangled,
(breasts thicker than storms)
And smell it, (aroma of shit
flies) down, this
-oleander, rot, roots like
rusted nails. Rust.
(oxidization of legs) this
bruise of
Land, weed grown, heavy with
sweat, (cum) blood
Of sparrows, (shot down like
whores) shot through
The lower jaw. (the sings of
singed meat)
These birds-like charcoal
covered wings.
***
Tremor:
thighs split like atoms,
Hair running down the calves, i suckle
On a toe, edge of shaft, cock (thunderstorm)
I pull
with my teeth, at nipple, at
Sobaco smell, at the crack of your ass,
Smelling of soap, water, drains. (busted pipes)
My mouth
a flytrap, clamped, down your
Skin, your taste, your flimsy bones,
Veins full of heat ( old cedar smell)
Hair running down the calves, i suckle
On a toe, edge of shaft, cock (thunderstorm)
Sobaco smell, at the crack of your ass,
Smelling of soap, water, drains. (busted pipes)
Skin, your taste, your flimsy bones,
Veins full of heat ( old cedar smell)
***
Quail
keep the time, as you fuck me
Back of your truck, tailgate down.
Boots, jeans at ankles (black birds clacking)
Belt buckle, loose, slapping thigh,
Your clot of hair thumping against
Ass, thigh, my body bent for you (shifting mesquite)
I feel the heat of metal, at my palms,
Pressed, on all fours, drunk, you slip
Your dick, deep, moan like dog. (moth hunters)
Back of your truck, tailgate down.
Boots, jeans at ankles (black birds clacking)
Belt buckle, loose, slapping thigh,
Your clot of hair thumping against
Ass, thigh, my body bent for you (shifting mesquite)
I feel the heat of metal, at my palms,
Pressed, on all fours, drunk, you slip
Your dick, deep, moan like dog. (moth hunters)
***
JOSEPH DELGADO was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He graduated from Saint Pius X High School in Albuquerque and attended The College of Santa Fe. His work has previously appeared in The Santa Fe Literary Review, Trajectory, and Collective Brightness: LBGTQ Poets on Spirituality (Sibling Rivalry Press). He currently resides on the Fort Mojave Indian Reservation in Mohave Valley, Arizona.
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