La Primera Pelea
MC
Seth McBride
It is night and on my pillow
are puddles of our tears.
Usually the wet we sleep in
comes from waves between my thighs,
responding to your touch
while I sketch on your sweaty back
with my curling nails.
It is night and my lips
taste like the sea; I try
to catch your tears with my mouth
falling like stars down your cheek
but I’m the atmosphereI can burn you up, I can hurt you
and it’s true what you said.
I have the capability of destroying you.
Yet it is night and it is you
holding my body, it’s quaking
in fear that I’ve used up your love
like man is using the Earth’s oil
and that you and I are tectonic plates
colliding, bringing buildings into the ocean.
It is night and the half moon
is bright, contrasted against
our bodies waning into sleep.
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