she was smiling
because the egg was
perfectly cooked
the whites are firm and creamy
the yolk is barely runny
her culinary perfection

i was smiling
because she was perfect
the way her eyes are sparkling
the way her dimples deepened
the way she warms my heart
my lovely perfection

I woke up on a Monday,
met her on a Tuesday,
we married on a Wednesday,
crossed it off the list.

Honeymoon on Thursday,
I got drunk on Friday,
she screamed at me on Saturday
and kissed me with a fist.

Sunday morning rolled around
and I thought I heard the sound
of footsteps on the floor:
she was walking out the door.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Tomame en la madrugada

Tómame mientras duermo,
sin pedir permisos,
sin saber si quiero.

Tómame, en el largo
silencio de la noche,
entre sábanas rojas,
explora las salvajes
sabanas de mi
pasión amodorrada.

Tómame, sin preguntar nada,
muerde mi cintura,
despierta a besos mis ganas.
Hauyenta ese sueño aletargado,
has que se escuchen mis callados maullidos hasta los niveles más alto del firmamento.

Tómame, a eso de las cuatro y media de la madrugada,
cuando nadie ve al Sol,
haciéndole el amor con su Luna adorada.

Tómame cuando estoy callada,
cuando más pide mi cuerpo,
que lo colonizes entre banderas blancas.

Tómame,
así, sin más nada,
que nunca cielo mío,
te rechazara mi alma.

Tómame en la madrugada,
has que lo que este soñando
se materialize despertándome
entre caricias y excitantes besos!

LeydisProse
11/19/2017
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