Imagine not seeing your mother in the flesh since you were seven yrs. old I was lost being the oldest, a young Mexican in a world that seemed so cold I found my manhood while running the streets with real thugs I thought I knew loyalty, the only love were Abuela Maria’s hugs Even those…
When I look at you with yearning, it’s more than me being a fan I love what I see and not being superficial, I’m really just a man Imagining you gliding towards me with the swaying of your hips I am mesmerized by the gentle rocking, my reality has just slipped From the slimness of…
Reassuring, comfortable is the weight lying on my chest Without disrupting our tranquility I touch the soft cheek where it rest The smell of an infant’s meal comes with each breath you take I feel your warm saliva spill where it’ll form its own lake Large hands for one so small, what unwarranted burdens will…