Lower Level Lovers

her eyes look more alive this winter
as sorrow lifts its shroud
were wretched, dull unfocusing
now gleaming, vibrant, proud
meanwhile the scales fell from our eyes
and now reside where they belong
along our massive, ugly body
un-serpentine and full of song



the stars in the night are fewer for her
she is made of thirty six
our lover's hair is a nebula
galaxies encircle her wrists
she writhes round inner singularity
a toroid twisting orb
this woman's mind is infinite
in her eyes we are absorbed



licorice, fish sauce, feta cheese
green chile roasted fresh
kebab-size chunks of goat meat spitting
(if you partake of flesh)
an autumn meal is what we're wishing
we had at winter's crest



pearl she glows and burns for him
this pebble grey and rough
when every breath brings shattered glass
and every heart beat stutters
she tickles him until he laughs
and closes all the shutters
safe together from the storm
they retract into their shells
each stone fierce and independent
but together they feel well


antes de seis y abajo de cuatro
somos ningunos no somos no vato
nunca no dinero no tenemos no patos
pero en casero tenemos alegros