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