Dulce

if you keep talking to me like that you’re going to get us in a lot of trouble
if you keep telling me how sweet my being tastes
we might have to meet up and exchange recipes to happiness
like remedies to sadness
I told you I want you to be the brightness in every dark place of my being
I want to taste you in the convenience of my small bed
so I can watch night turn into day
watch the sun peak through my window
and fall on the small of your back
I can trace it as it slowly lights up your spine
to give my thanks in kisses on your collarbone as you sleep
and taste the sweetness of your voice
as you whisper “good morning”

A Story of Words and Deadlines

I said
You've changed me.
You said you don't want to hear the differences between them and you
You want me to show you right now
But you won't let it happen.
I said
Stop controlling this, let go.
You said you're like a switch with only two options of infatuated or uninterested
And you sound like a familiar ironic picture I saw floating around the internet.

I was not amused.

I just want you to know that I notice the sensuality in your movements undernear the hard exterior
Because, baby, you're hard to swallow.
You're not smooth like cigarette smoke on a city's summer night.
You're more like those really drunken nights where someone gets belligerent
Because you don't know the difference between Houston Street and Houston, Texas...

And yet, I accept you not because I'm lascivious,
But because you're different,
And you make me different in the best way.
Just yesterday,
I was callous.
Today,
I'm open.

Today I say,
Stop acting like we have an expiration date.
Trust me, I'm going to show you, but you have got to let things move slow.
I promise I won't go, if you don't.

And you smile complacently.