I still remember her pinay almond eyes and peanut butter smile
even though she was a cracked nut.
I still remember chewing on her whiskey-sponged lips
her Koala cheeks and the Melbourne burn of her voice.
I still remember her throwing fits and things at me
we’ll chalk that up as the hazards of dating a Dominican woman.
I still remember her Grand Canyonized Salma Hayek thighs
as fat and meaty as her spicy Mexican tortas.
I still remember the coca leaf nature of her walk
and the precise coffee of her eyes that kept me up all night.
I still remember her catracha scent when escaping her man
just to lay the blue frosting of her clandestine mouth on mine.
I still remember her swiftly poetic like a Chico Barque song
the Brazilian beauty who netted in my heart a Pelé-size goal.
I still remember them.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
I still remember her pinay almond eyes and peanut butter smile
even though she was a cracked nut.
I still remember chewing on her whiskey-sponged lips
her Koala cheeks and the Melbourne burn of her voice.
I still remember her throwing fits and things at me
we’ll chalk that up as the hazards of dating a Dominican woman.
I still remember her Grand Canyonized Salma Hayek thighs
as fat and meaty as her spicy Mexican tortas.
I still remember the coca leaf nature of her walk
and the precise coffee of her eyes that kept me up all night.
I still remember her catracha scent when escaping her man
just to lay the blue frosting of her clandestine mouth on mine.
I still remember her swiftly poetic like a Chico Barque song
the Brazilian beauty who netted in my heart a Pelé-size goal.
I still remember them.
