Hija morena
Con los ojos de lodo,
Y piel oscura de café con ron.
Los labios manchados rojos.
Pregunto,
-?Es sangre o vino?-
Me mira con los ojos podridos
Y dice,
-Lo que tu quieras-

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Darker daughter
Eyes like mud,
Skin like black coffee and ***.
Her lips stained red.
I ask,
"Is it blood or just wine"?
She looks at me with rotting eyes.
Sighs,
"Whichever you want it to be".

Oh land of mine, harvest my labors
Lay waste to the sorrows of the spring
When the storms held heavy
And the roots of my grandfather unearthed,

Oh land of mine, teach me patience
How the sky nurtures the infant soil
Before the stalks knew to rise in thanks,

Oh land of mine, hold me gently
When the hour of my end comes near
May my body rest in the earth I loved
And let wild flowers bloom above my casket.

In a valley down by the danger,
surrounded by silver-naked-trees,
there is trust and there is dust
on plaid blanket, pressed by knees.

Where the orange orb floats through darkness
as midnight and finite as deathly intentions,
they surrender, known pretenders,
**** and pink, among green-glassed drinks,
living as common competition, in a silicon city;
living as voices-of-a-generation, in the pretty gritty.

His eyes fix on a single line
A familiar signature
Screams from the page
The End

Of a marriage
of a family
of a 20 year love affair