I Am A Poet

I am a follower of wandering lust
More so a poet than a dove
I am a poet of love

I am a poet drunk on love
Writing on pages to fill them up
I am a heathen of love

I am a poet who rides the bus
A little more chill, than a fuss
For I am a poet high above

I am a poet high on drugs
Consumed in sexual smug
I am a poet drunk on lust

I am a poet just as such
Not an artist on the cusp
I am a poet with little luck

I am a poet whose pants fit snug
Devouring sweets to fill me up
For I am a poet who loves to munch

I am a poet that loves to run
Far away from good-for-nothing chumps
I am a poet close to none

I am a poet overdosing on fucks
My dopamine stream is abundant
I am an intellectual conundrum

I am a poet more so than a cunt
I am a poet when being blunt
A poet whose heart is always touched

I am a poet who recycles junk
Words reused to refuel my funk  
I am a poet drunk on love

Writing on pages to fill them up
For I am poet made of drugs
I am poet high, high above

Summer Lover

A once in a lifetime lover
The woman will always be loved
By your mother
The kind of woman your father
wishes his son could marry
The kind of woman who is always ready

But she’s not the woman he wants to love
She’s a once in a lifetime lover
The risk with her is always too much
The kind of woman that will love without regrets
She’s the life of the party
With pretty boys who are just friends
But she wont make you question her loyalty
Cause the boys and girls have always been consumed by her beauty

She’s the kind of woman who loves to laugh
A charismatic lover
The kind of woman everyone naturally gravitates to
You cant help but want to know her
But he will mistake this for flirting
Insecure individuals never make good for courting

He will never love her passed the summer
And she will get over him in the winter
But not before she tries and tries
To understand why
She was only a summer lover

Come spring time
She would have found herself again
Radiating light and beauty from every inch of her skin
Her confidence intoxicates the egos of every man
Like flies they stick
To remnants of molasses
As she’s redefining her sweetness
These men just want to take advantage
Summer’s coming ’round again
But she’s not the lover she was back then

When I Say I Love You…

I will tell you I love you in the moments I mean it most,
When the sun has set
And you are draped in darkness
And distractions cease to be.

I love you.

When you are just waking up,
Pillow wrinkles on your face,
Sun peeking through the curtains unto your skin,
Hair going in a million different ways.

I love you.

When you are cooking your favorite meal,
And you pour yourself some wine,
You use the finest ingredients,
And take your time when you arrange your plate.

I love you.

When you are sick and want to stay in bed,
I will make you a caldo,
I will wrap you in blankets,
And I will even get you 7up.

I love you.

When you are in the shower,
You are gasping for air
As the water runs down your face,
Straight down your torso,
O, my, how tempting it is to –

I love you.

When everyone else has left,
And you are all that remains,
All I have is you,
You carry me throughout the day,
My spirit is thankful for you.

Body, I love you.

Lipstick Warrior

Lipstick Warrior; she called to me as I lined my lips with a sharp red wine
Then she called me a Chingona & I called her Divine
I winged my eyeliner as she spoke to me in prose
I kissed her lips gently, and my temperature slightly rose

I wore my studded jacket as she wore her fitted dress
She ran her soft hands through my wild hair and started to confess
“Dreams of you is all I have to share with you,
Sleep with me in my heart to cure my blues.”

I grazed her cheek softly with my labios rojos;
Whispered “Chicanas do not beg my dear, you are a not a lobo,
We are Lipstick Warriors; Creatures of the Sun,
We are not made to be dull, we are made to stun.”

Her eyes locked with mine as I continued to speak
By the time I finished, her gaze had made my knees weak
She bit her lip and invited me inside of her
But I refuse to turn this encounter into just another sexual blur

So I’ll wait a few nights until I know it’s true
I won’t let her or myself feel used
Our sexualities are not a fetish as they’ve been led to be
We don’t have to fuck like they do in the industry

Porque las Chicanas son apasionadas
Amando con todo then ending up borrachas
Be careful who you love, honey they could break your spirit
Don’t settle for anyone who treats you less than a Warrior Princess

I rest my chin on her shoulder and start to explain
“Love is earned when you stay day after day.
Love yourself first, and the rest becomes clearer in time,
But trust me, baby, sex is never the answer to life.”

She grabbed my hands on placed them around her sweet face
I’m thrilled to be in the presence of her sweet grace
I could taste an imperial stout on her dark brown lips
My kind of woman, who drinks only the best alcoholic shit.

As her tight red curls press against my wild brown hair
I think of the sweet honey nights she, and I will share
We are an ethereal mix of Cabernet Sauvignon and Dark Chocolate;
A Lipstick Warrior and A Poetic Latinx Goddess.