Pico de Gallo

Without hesitation, my hands furl
Sharpest blade, carbon steel
Satisfaction, skin splitting open
Guts, juices, spilling out, sweet
Tomato blood thick on these hands
How dare he bring her to my table
Screaming stocks leak chlorophyll
Cilantro, tearing, limb from limb
A hint of intrigue, a freshness
I hope it tastes like soap to you
Depedation and decapitation
Prying outer layers, for insides
Chopping, violent and precise
Onions, your tears, never enough
Tossed with serano and lime
With a smile, I deliver on time,
Pico de Gallo, to you and toy