Ojo Caliente

Iron water mistress
and her velvet caress.
She surrenders willingly,
transforming
from water to steam,
arms spreading open,
becoming the night,
with its stiletto heal stars
burning hot white.

I roll within her embrace,
as she rolls into the sky,
both twisting
in places where we cannot survive.
She surrenders 
in the cool
current of wind,
her once white coils
now nothing,
gone from within.
I want to surrender
as my lips part to kiss, 
but I am not her,
and she is not me,
I cannot go so willingly.
 




 

Spoilage

Lightning dawns on the horizon;
eyes drifted upward 
breathe in the glittering show.

Water pours from the sky,
harvesting cake from my mouth.
Pasty white frosting bleeds
off my chin and down my chest
like melted clown skin.

Thick copper strips of wax
seep through my pores,
boiling golden warts 
upon my shoulders blades,
then growing transparent
and leaking feathered crimson
down my spine.

My skin is whipped egg whites.

Molded cheese blossoms in the sky,
as acrid blue fireworks.
Crystalline flies
swarm from the explosions
drowning me in stagnant hues. 

Radiated, I finish my pastry
and fall limp into the cesspool of grass,
swarmed by green mechanical thoughts.