Do you know how I ache, with you lying beside me?
Do you know how I ache, without you here beside me?
Your breath
Last breath
Slowing
Exhaled
Sinking into the warmth of the night
To rise into the sterile morning
Flesh against flesh
Flesh now cooling
Your feet
Weeping
As you run into your dreams
As I begin to make calls
Learning the pleasures of a Sunday again
The simple pleasures of a Sunday morning
Café con leche
Coffee with whiskey
Morning breath kiss
First cigarette
Sweet smile, “What shall we do today, Güero?”
Wicked smile, “Let’s go back to bed for a bit”
Showering each other with love
Showering together after;
Laughing and smiling as the day unfolds
Giggling and gasping as the water hits
I had said, “May I please give you a kiss?”
You had said, “Will you kiss me already?”
Having stared already for hours at those lips
Having toked then talked for hours
Laughing and occasionally
Laughing so uproariously
You apologizing
Me apologizing
For not quite getting the correct word
For overstaying my welcome
I said, “What are you looking for?”
I said, “What are you looking for?”
“Someone to enjoy my simple life, and
“Someone who loves life and can
Toma mi mano.”
Just take my hand.”
Oh, mi amor
Oh, my love
Do you know how I ache thinking
Do you know how I ached thinking
I would never know love again?
I would never know love?
Wholly, in spite of the emptiness
Unholy, cast out, bitter emptiness
Or perhaps a well-tilled field waiting
Hardened hearts waiting to be cracked wide;
For a farmer to plant once more.
The raw geode to be revealed
Psychoterrierpy 