(no subject)
I sleep with his scent
strung across the bed
in the form of a discarded shirt
indulging my muscles
to stretch, in laconic solitude
inhaling him, who
smells sweetly
of a baby in the hay
and picante, como
cumino y papaya.
El huele de mi amor
Te quiero.
con mis ojos cerrados
imagino su cuerpo
recumbent
how I want to sometimes
slice him like a pear
to see the proportions
of love and anger
residing inside
his broad planes
how I want often
to eternalize them
as a painter
or a mathematician
an equation for every
curve of his flesh
I lay alone and drunken
off this scent
and find him
in molecular form
my home for now.
strung across the bed
in the form of a discarded shirt
indulging my muscles
to stretch, in laconic solitude
inhaling him, who
smells sweetly
of a baby in the hay
and picante, como
cumino y papaya.
El huele de mi amor
Te quiero.
con mis ojos cerrados
imagino su cuerpo
recumbent
how I want to sometimes
slice him like a pear
to see the proportions
of love and anger
residing inside
his broad planes
how I want often
to eternalize them
as a painter
or a mathematician
an equation for every
curve of his flesh
I lay alone and drunken
off this scent
and find him
in molecular form
my home for now.