Seeing somebody's face while you talk is like magic
You can watch their expressions and
You can watch their eyes light up when they talk about something they love
Like the medal they earned for cross country
Or the pins they have for knowing how to make music
It's something different all together when you make eye contact with them
And they can't help but smile because you duck your head and blush
They make you feel like the world is revolving around you
Because all they do is look at you
And you're nervous and your heart misses so many beats
It's a shock you aren't dead
It's because they think of you as more than theirs.
They're yours too.

it's raining
And I want nothing more than to be laying in his arms
Even though we've been talking for 4 days
It's like we've known each other our whole lives

it was suggested
that there be no nexus
between texas and your pal-
omino - tagging the alamo, **?

en el barrio, yo(u)-
and your gringa  homecoming
queen in tight-assed jeans
-running with ms-13?

-playing twister with your hipster
sisters misters smith & wesson
oiled up and and ready to go
- new mexico?

i found you in tres piedras
at a place called ortega's
eating huevos rancheros
- shooting jose cuervo?

-muthafucka mara salvatruchas
in a red camaro and two bruthas
on a burro with bow and arrows
-stole your palomino?

-they shoot horses
don't they?

riding the black el camino
-on the blue mesa.

r ~ 9/30/14