SAMPLE POEM

Membrillo Leaves In a Storm

 

 

 

When the dust of our passion settles

When you are taken by fresher gusts

    I will fade as the summer moon

    a slow death making way for another.

    I will fall as cathedrals built on sacred land

    sinking into abysmal, forgotten claws

 leaving kisses as artifacts for you.

 

You will join the unending list

made of languid covenants, lies, droughts.

As promises sowed

destroyed before harvest

by the hail of your disinterest.  

 

I know this story well.

As winter to the crops, you are fatal.

Arid land that I am, I drink you.

This is no riddle.

 

A deluge of tears will whelm me,

purging you of me.

Still, I avoid higher ground away from you.

 

There is no fleeing your laugh

puerile and bleakly scattered–

teasing me as wind to a kite.

 

My descent will be ruthless.

Tossed and abandoned

as membrillo leaves in a storm.

 

 

I know this.

Yet each day, like a flower,

I stretch my frailty wide.

Hoping your boots wont crush me

as you march to other soil.

 

Leaving would be in vain. I am a coward.

I am desert animal. You are raindrops to my thirst.

I live off so little.

 

I am oafish and vassal

to the arrogance you emit.

Crumbs are all you need to lure me.

 

I expect no love to call my own

nor the fire to keep me from freezing.

Desert nights are as vile as your absence.

 

So I hide under the stone of our moments

    holding the heat of our friction

when you dance in my arms

when I dream of staying in yours.

 

 

 

 

                                                        from Amorcito Maricón

                                                                © Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano, 2014

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