I pinned my astonishment to his lips.
His black elephant eyes bled, saved
the light that sprang from under his hair.
Sun, shadows, dreadlocks on his face.
Bandy, like grapes and winepress.
I rebuilt the fever, and sunsets fluttered
in his socks. Him, medium in years,
thirty-seven. I tumbled off his neck
when under his briefs two fragile ships
began to submerge into my bloodstream.
What did I do? Am I infatuated?
No, not love. Please, not again.
Sergio A. is a retired, educator, Bilingual, Queer PRican. A Pushcart nominee, Best of the Web, Best of the Net nominee. He took second place in the 2016 Ramón Ataz annual poetry competition, sponsored by Alaire Publishing House. He workshops his poetry in RatsAssReview. His recent credits include Spanish audio poems in GATO MALO Editing, Maleta Ilegal, Frances House, South Florida Poetry Journal, RatsAssReview, The Maynard and Spillwords.