Pusher

Red pill,
blue pill
the serenity from the sex
will
be the death of me.
 
And I--
ain’t
yo’
pusher babe
 
all this hungering,
clawing for the divinity
bequeathed  upon waistlines
defined
as composite numerical signs
mi madre gave birth to lips that sing
under rain showers
and soft slender fingers
playing harmonious sound for hours
this music bestoweth power
and it surrounds strong
sun kissed bodies like breath.
Take your loveless,
pathless pathos
and spare me this diatribe,
this death
 
Save your innuendos
for the end though,
you write checks to balance
the valance that hangs your hypocrisy
from everyone’s bay window
I’ve recycled your lingo
gave gavel to ground stone,
stabbed stale winds
wound tight like young thick morenas  
to old money gringos
like caderas and dembows
found peace  
that softened the ground,
Now I walk on billowed clouds
planting prose with the seeds of love
I've found
 
Your voice,
those eyes
you say you found Jesus in my thighs?
Those false attestations
will be be the death of you.
 
And I--
ain’t
yo’
pusher babe
 
I--
ain’t
yo’
pusher