you taste of mauve

a shadowed weight slackens

but let’s be literal

no more similes/ or allegories

no more hiding behind

no more benign thoughts and better-than fuck fantasies

no more silent understandings

and secret whispered touches in cold summers

no more vapid I-love-you’ s

whispered carelessly/careless whispers

I want smoke and rusted metal words to leave your mouth

I want glass throats to shatter

and your opinions to eat my tongue

no more pretending or understanding

there are bigger things to live for

bigger things to die for

smaller things to swallow

smaller things to evoke

I come from the smallest country in Central America

I know about invisibility

I know about war and rape and everything that carries a stink

but I also know about love and laughter

and the look on your face when you approve of my words

the look on your face when I fit you inside me

neatly tucked/

and I ride you like a wave

and I ride you like a wave

and I ride you like a wave

/drenched and washed ashore

we remember that the sky can live above and below

that when we die we shatter/coagulate

that our mouths only talk when they remember

that words are important

and silence is a gift rarely used