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mujer que llora
small town woman. woman of the woods.
coyote hunter. witch of moonstruck nights.
why do you want me, she says.
I have not travelled. I have not fornicated
with a squadron of men.
I have been touched by my own hands
more than any lover.
where I have battled, I have learned
a man doesn’t get far without food, without rest;
without a woman.
when it storms outside your door,
I’ll take you there, naked in the rain
as wet pellets carve primitive runes in our tender hides.
lightning afires our vision; thunder rages in our hearts.
I kneel & suck the rain where it blends with
your cranny’s creaming droplets, at the juncture of your legs.
if you run away, I will chase you across three rocks;
the ancient spirits will guide me.
we will eat the things we kill
and sleep below the stars.
I will kiss the scars hidden in your flesh
and the long scar under your belly
where they cut you & pulled out two screaming daughters.
beguiled by the sullen melody of your guitar
I will entangle myself in your hair
and gasp for air in the cinereal waters of your eyes,
but I will not –
I will not love you…
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