by lorenzo herrera y lozano
lick the veins off of my chest
tickle the rhythm out of my thighs
disguise my smile with your sigh
deactivate my deed
by pretending to ignore me
while I stumble through poetic lines
pry on the thoughts I've locked up
hidden so you don’t learn more than you should
have accesses to me and fuck
the mess I neatly keep away
my dirt-colored eyes aren’t for peeking
to the chaos of my stories
think of me as the clown
prancing around
your chin
an olive leaf crown
for your hardness awoken
consider yourself the heir
of a poem of sin
strip my mouth of fear
throw me down, there
make me a member of the fallen crowd
keep me down, there
there, where the sun rises
where I stop counting the hours
where I speak in tongues
where I barely come up for air
where I count the blessings
where I learn to sing through your hair
where I lick you bare of a bad poem
crisscrossing the maze of your back
stopping to grasp my map
gracefully I stray to the right
to the left, to the top of the bottom
carving an abstraction of you for me to see
think of me as a somebody
something that’s worthy
someone that can teach you a new step
’cuz I'm lost in your realm, but there
there I believe I've found
what I've been seeking
there is where I proudly declare
i found your sacred path
and i have come to venerate your fears
that rise when I'm down, there
there is where I want to be found
for when the world goes down
I'll already be, there
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