a new encounter echoing the past first crush, my black spain i still see you clearly hair so shiny black skin with the slightest hint of brown lips just a little too full for a man… i was invisible then, inwardly shy, not the warrior i have become. i wonder… would you see me now? …

years i spent in audacious heat soundtrack of love and desperation always urging to dance and connect fruit so ripe it melted as you bite rain so strong you never felt dry sun so demanding you bowed to its force people so close you felt constant touch in this chaos i blossomed… entonces, una parte …

i must hoard myself for now i’ve given all to those unformed spent my days prodding on in the end i’ve been forewarned with each new shift there is a loss i grieve for what will never be i hug their hearts and wish them well but remember that i’m here for me 5.29.17 [Image …

the lush sweetness of mango bottled in Miami for this special night mixes with the tang of lime to temper the chili’s heat 5.28.17

i have become accustomed to the absence of desire apathetic heart inert to throb for the flush of more. 5.27.17