La Isla Sets Me Free

Amor, you allude like a cloud To something great Your name, a promise of Jerusalem Your exclusive mouth, like water on my dry lips and deeply vacant chest… I’ve never touched a cloud Nor known the inevitable fog Of falling into you But now that I know… You’re not even Tel Aviv to me Nor San Juan, nor Bayamon You’re a makeshift castle A colonizer Pressing your smooth arms Tight around my shrugging native heart At the chance I offered my hair, my amber perfume I made my eyes a place to bathe Your obviously filthy feet Offhandedly, you spoke of the sea But all I see- is violence in your city You spoke of passion as though It’s synonymous with love But I see fatherless children You’re not that man who saves But the tide which takes me away… A convincing title A bait and switch A hook for virgin lips And now I’m a bud among weeds That are due to be cut down You are among me Take your shot now Since I know you shoot me down Leave me alone, cabron- You always leave me wanting And I’m not fighting anymore I’m dancing on the shore, Puerto Rico This is my story, here And la isla sets me free