Poem of A Lonely $oul
Sabina England
El hombre
seated in my heart
in the lotus position
holding jasmine in his hands
whispering sweet Spanish nothings
into my deaf ears
delicately.
Darling I can’t hear you
I softly weeped
I would suck on your moist lips
while I slid my fingers into you,
he signed in ASL to me.
I blushed
hera ram
I just ate an avocado
Raw, from the shell
I stabbed the fleshy flesh with spoon
peela hara
amarillo verde olive green
like the pistachio barfi
I devoured it
as if Qiyamat had arrived on this day
His dark brown skin
against my light brown skin
My long black hair
wrapped around his torso
as he holds me tight.
My heart
empty
My soul
dead
I feel nothing
El Mexicano
sings in my ears
while I remain deaf,
the chakra in me
burns with Nur.
