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The Kiss That Has No End

After The Kiss By Gustav Klimt

Tomorrow is not here today
My love, today is our last day. Let us lay 
Together in the cool of night. For one last time 
Let us kiss this wretched pain
Away. Time has been so cruel. 
Cruel. So cruel.
Never I was meant for you, 
never you were meant for I.
and although your skin is a darker shade
I still feel what I feel inside.
My heart has lost its beat
Because he will never look at me like you. 
Nor she at you like me. If ever 
I could lie or steal, I’d tell my heart right now
Of all the ways I wouldn’t miss you, but then
I’d steal away my only life. Because to go on feeling
what I feel for you is worse than losing you like this. 
If we do this together, now
my dying breath would feel complete. But
If you leave me tomorrow, my dying breath
Would never end.

My darling, 
There are far worse things than losing
Me. My treachery must be repaid. 
How foolish to love a light skinned 
girl and think it’d be ok. Go 
On living with me in your mind, no one has to know
our truth. Your swollen belly isn’t his, but your love was 
Never mine. I wish I would have known you first, but at least
You are my last. Let me hold you close in my mother’s fleece
And kiss you without remorse. Let us lay here
Star gazing in the warmth of one another, 
I want to tell you all the secrets hiding in my mind
Let me confess to you who I am inside. and
Don’t cry for me tomorrow, when you see
My body swaying. All I ever wanted was to feel 
what I feel now
And when I leave you tomorrow, 
the kiss. 
This. kiss. 
*kiss* Is all I will Remember. 

Their moment carried on a canvas. Through brush stroked love and textured fate.
Signed with gentle passion. Forever glossed in their shiny paint.

And on that tomorrow, two lovers never lived outside their painted chance.
They stayed embracing in a yellow fleece. With “the kiss”, upon her head.

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Eyes That Listen

With eyes that listen when my ears cannot
I feel things others never get to feel,
I see the world for what others do not.

The cluttered world of sound described as fraught
I wouldn’t know. Mine’s quiet, honest, real
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot.

I won’t be ungracious, and I thank God
In the silence of my own mind’s appeal
I see the world for what others do not. 

I convey what sound junkies long forgot,
like listen deep, and empathize for real
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot.

And my tone uncontrolled but I will not
Be ashamed. Nothing about me is unreal;
I see the world for what others do not.

And because my voice fails, my heart says a lot;
My hands shouting the endless grace I feel
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot
I see the world for what others do not.

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Sinistrality

Tonight, I want to say something wonderful
For the left-handed people who can adapt
to a world full of left-sided thinkers. The ones

who can navigate with all the specially opposed tools,
like the ones made standard for the 90%. I prefer
their open-mindedness, abstract, creative, those kinds of thinkers,

The ones who can use a can-opener
backward or flip scissors upside-down just
to cut. The ones who twist their paper or hands gracefully

to write beautiful things. The ones who learn
to use a mouse with their flimsy palm, while
they search on their computer for left-handed poets.

They are the truly special ones who change the world.
That’s why I want to say something astonishing
Like: Sinistrality, a graceful glove that is worn

on the opposing hand, those destined to be struck down
by the back-hand of a culture that doesn’t understand
what it really means to think with a right-sided brain.

Those few special beings have always impacted the world
The greatest minds, the greatest hands, the ones like
Napoleon Bonaparte, who strategically learned

To lead with his dominant hand as a guide to conquer
and rise to be great. Leonardo da ’Vinci who had the creator’s
gift bestowed upon his left hand. To write, paint, and create awe.

Jimi Hendrix, a guitar God, played upside down, but not wrong.
Mozart, Bill Gates, Aristotle, Leo Messi, Babe Ruth
Michelangelo, Raphael, Rembrandt, Picasso,

Ben Franklin, Darwin, Newton, Einstein, Marie Curie,
Helen Keller, Joan of Arc, Queen Victoria, Oprah,
Honestly, the list could go on and on and on…

But instead, let us praise them for being so inclined
to change the world by diverging their minds.
Ode to Sinistrality, ode-to the right-thinking kind.

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Unicorn of Love

With eyes like stars you are forever mine
I love you today and forever more
I promise to love you for all of time,
I'll never break the heart that I adore

What fancy way to cover excrement
And dress it up in fancy bows of love
Is your mind so hypnotized by heaven sent
you cant see past the elements of

A pseudo adornment? DOES NOT EXIST!
Promises of forever or never?
Fake news! C’mon, at least just spare me this!
No one can promise these things forever.

Love is a delicate thing to express;
not taken lightly, not used in excess.

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An Empty Vase

An empty vase on the counter, 
reminds you of the beautiful lilies that bloomed one summer... 
Time quickly passed and the petals began to wilt and fall.. 
They withered away but their beauty was the greatest gift of all. 
To have them and appreciate them through their precious moments alive, 
is a memory so special it cannot be defined. 
Hold on to the memories of brightened days and fragrant nights, 
of when the beautiful lilies surrounded you and made everything feel right. 
The empty vase is just a vase, 
but the memories are the beauty that once held its place. 
Fill it with beauty and precious memories once more, 
for you will always have the vase and the moments you adored.

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I Will Love You Until My World Has Passed

I will love you until my world has passed
though I offer it not a moment more,
because love is too good to last and last.

The first love among rosy cheeks comes fast
which is far too soon to forget; therefore 
I will love you until my world has passed.

A truce among parallel souls unmasked,
it blossomed then withered, which I adore
because love is too good to last and last.

Immeasurable love, pure, humble, vast,
like fuel and fire igniting my core,
I will love you until my world has passed.

Dwelling on a memory you cast,
the hot hunger for the craving before
Because love is too good to last and last,

its tender meaning cannot be surpassed 
by quelling the heart; in fact, much more
I will love you until my world has passed
Because love is too good to last and last.

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Is It Ok For Miss Lizzy To Talk

Is it ok for Miss Lizzy to talk
about the taboo

truth What sexuality really means
to a woman like

me and love sex as much as men that its
no strings attached

didn’t catch your name but I don’t have shame
because I don’t care

how about in a parked car take your ring off
I don’t want to know

If you have a prior obligation 
that im homewrecking

because Im not the one who made promises
to love and to hold

I am looking for a good time right now
Not forever more

I don’t care for your number I will not
be calling you back

 I don’t care if you say ill go to hell
Ill go warm throbbing

Toes curled back arched veins popping like static
Explosions not a 

Single beat in my heart is for any man
Because they deserve

Nothing for their mistreatment of women 
All these years and

Until we stop taking their sir name home
Like a trophy for

Others to admire I will be ing each
One till the trophy

Comes off the wall and women learn to change
The stereotype

that they deserve to erase our names We
are not their property

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The Sound of a Wilted Lily

Beautiful lily you bloom the summer, 
gazer of stars, I can't help but wonder…
Thine petals wilt not ripen steady, 
thine beauty and fragrance diminish daily. 
Courageously ye don't fathom nor fear, 
oh this day, this day I've feared. 
My chaste agony sheds upon your fragile stem, 
corolla and sepal both dried out in the end. 
Thine silence, mine sympathy both break heart my own, 
lest we close our eyes to what we've known? 
Winter approached, your icy death followed, 
what once was mine, now heartbroken sorrows...
the memories of yesterday ignite mine conviction,
how can a lily so sweet cause such affliction?
With mine ear pressed down upon thine grave, 
forever the moment of the wilted lily I'll save.

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Living Eulogy To Mom After Cielo Or Bust

After El Cielo or Bust

I know time isn’t 
on my Mother’s side
for much longer

Her frail body like a delicate 
wine glass that has just tipped 
off the table toward 
a floor
that is sturdier than 
an antique piece of furniture.
And I am watching it In 

slow-motion 
waiting 
waiting

For the sound to catch
My ear because I can’t
Bare to look.

I know this because
She has made sure to teach me
One last time
How to make enchiladas 
Using no measurements
Of any kind. 
“mira cuanto mija”
I never looked 
Until now. 

She has been writing
In her journal a final 
Goodbye where
She talks about all the things
She couldn’t tell me in
Person

But I already know 
What she will talk about

She will tell me I am her pride 
And joy. Her morning sunrise 
And her sunset. I am a piece of 
My grandmother that lived on. 

She will Talk 
about my children being more
than she could ask for.
How her heart explodes everytime
One calls her abuela
Because she has dreamed 
Of being a grandma 
Since she had a hysterectomy
At 25.

She will mention how we shouldn’t
Take life for granted. 
And 
I will see the smudged ink where
A single tear dropped at the very moment
She confessed this and her palm tried
To dry it off but it still stained
The paper like an imprisoned memory. 

She will acknowledge her addiction
Which I already know exists
But she will reiterate it anyway 
Because it will give her peace
Of mind one last time. 

When she has penned out all of her thoughts 
That were hiding in the crevices like
A thin layer of polvo, 
I will dust them off
And put into the crevices
Of my own mind. 

I know I will miss my mother
And I still cannot comprehend 
How much because it hasn’t happened
But when it does, I will curl up like a baby 
On my cold bed and come back to this
Moment. When I spent my time writing
About her instead of being with her
Because she has made the
Sacrifice to watch my kids while
I work on my poetry assignment
For class.

And it makes me sad because
We were never close enough to hug;

Not emotionally 
Never physically 
Always mentally

Mama I am still a child
I need you here.
I haven’t matured enough
To give you a hug without 
Feeling embarrassed
Without overcoming 
The fear that my first hug
Will be my last.

Now, she is the mother 
I have always wanted
She is the mother 
I have always needed
And now it is too late
To go back to my teenage years
When I rejected her for being an addict,
because I have learned no one is 
Perfect, but to me
Mama you are perfect
now

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To Be Forgotten

Lust onto a forbidden one
by a heart already owned
My hope abandoned, I am undone
A desire provoked for the unknown
Though my gentle words in spirit now lead by pain
With a bitter tongue, I will convey
A crimson rage engulfed by grief
Of such disparity my swindled heart speaks
Such infliction forever forced
And what may have been, departed course
Agony such agony has been set upon
Powerful forces bend at the hands of one
My soul lies in two and shattered apart
One, A life conformed makes untrue my heart
Or against the world with my passion intact
Away with my desire... I shall not act!
Etched in my mind in a corner to be forgotten
Lies lust for the forbidden, and my heart forever rotten.