Wednesday, February 13, 2013

SABOR A MI

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by Sydney Solis

Second place in 2014 DeLand Fall Festival of the Arts Poetry Slam 


Afternoons at my apartment in Mexico City around the corner from the Juarez Market
Bare naked
Curtainless bedroom
Does anybody care and are they watching
Enrique and I make love
For a long time while
Gianlucca Gringani plays on the radio
Heavy light slants through the window across our bodies prone.
Inhaling Marlboro reds we swirl in smoke as he recounts memories of presidential elections, stolen ballot boxes and a murdered grandfather
Jealous he is of another lover I could have were it not him.
Kill me with his brown eyes
Lazy he says he is, and doesn’t want to go back to work as his job as a lawyer. Flojo is the word for lazy, he taught me
Me Vengo is how you say I’m coming
Naco is the derogative word for a common person, his fresa snobbish self says to my offence.
Out the door I say, you racist pig
Por favor, Hazy, I love you, he says of my eye color, pulling me back to bed.
Quickly I tell him to dress. Fuera! Out!
Resistencia, is his middle name
Sabor a mi is one more taste he wants of me
Talented seducer is he
Undresses me quickly again with just a hand on my upper thigh
Viejecita, he calls me. Old lady
Willingly I succumb, because
X-actamente, he says when I say the world is corrupt and we are lovers to make sense of it all
Yearnings of the flesh to find meaning
Zealously we make love all over again and he is late to work after siesta