Cuidame

Don Churches brushes his words like acrylic on finger tips to my lips and eyes my corner where I am not content to sit when the smell of Mexico lingered from his hands that day, not long ago When the Jupiter rain crashed like glass on his homebound truck, pitch as the void of being here and rid of Monterrey Don Suave you remind me of my heart even as I watch my life loose heat and like cold coffee be discarded and drained disappearing like the summer I'm an ember to your whim ready to live or hiss under your palm and mouth, a wind leading me on or off where my story will be written Tormenta, amor, calmame I am only a girl with my hair bound and down over my display, less kempt than my mind though I am terrified. Don't touch me, I'll break Your sympathy looks like love Don Face I'll wonder why you look to me But I know too well to pass you on If I can't be eased to be the destination of your feet But even in this me llamas, you call and You carry all of Mexico, my heart a honey suckle season Si quieres walk with me miles and let me know your smile in the absence of fear here where my soul stands ready