For Lara

She tasted like watermelon on a july day 

pink and juicy 

Mostly liquid (transparent) but full of flavor 

a rosebud mouth that inhaled like I did 

bitter meals of smoke from tin foil and glass

She laughed like echoes off ancient cave walls

all experience and fire

dangerous arousal from a primitive state

I gave her my greatest possession

sharing with eyes wide open 


She fights without going to Geneva

dirty, with bricks

taking hits like a man

deep breaths of poison and still she trudges on


She smelled like gardenias inside my palms

familiar and hand-picked 

infested with seeds

but all that I can recall is her on my lips;

pink and juicy



tasting like watermelon on a july day.