Vuela.

I swear I've seen her face a million times,
in crowded malls and winding movie lines:
she's touched my hand, and held me close,
and I think I've loved her since Forever, began.

With writings on the wall
on some black wensday I watched us fall:
into multi-colored leave that gently tore,
in crinkles and careless whispers of-- "More."
She smelled of Kools and dwindleing perfume,
and earthfilled out senses as the world moved.

I took the time to memorize the wrinkles in her hands,
and the hairs on her head. I held her in snow, we walked upon sand,
and time slipped away: but I've been here forever,
staring her down, with my lips quoting her very last letter.

My strange fruit, that gently swung, my diabla, my angel in black:
she had a crooked nose, and my nail marks in her back.
She.. was, chest master of my life, and moved the pawns well-

Queen, of my board, knocking me over, as she..


Flew.

I didn't find her on the bathroom floor, like she promised through tears:
she didn't leave a pool of red, and there was no sleeping pills like I feared..

just the creak,
like some rusted park, swing..

"Amanecio bajo las alas de la muerte:
Aquellos brazos de hombre que la aprietan fuerte..
Todavia le late el alma, el corazon no lo siente--
Amanecio bajo las alas de la muerte:
Y vuela, vuela, vuela…"