Work in Progress

The pale light of dawn
creeps through the blinds,
illuminating the stale loneliness
that has pervaded the corners,
where spiders live like kings.

I close my eyes and I see
the morning sun drip slowly
across our skin; a gentle
misting of sunlight;
a natural baptism,
a cleansing warmth
that permeates our bodies,
seeping into our bones and
our blood, filling every inch
of our being with joy until
it spills out of us with earnest-
spilling through our fingertips
as they linger, through our lips
as they embrace, through our bodies
as we love.

I open my eyes,
and I am alone-
but the sun is shining.

Tijuana

Sirens wail
     while children follow at our feet
          asking for money
               like dogs begging for scraps.
There is a chill
     in the January air, but
          "dos mas tequilas, por favor?"
               and we are cold no more.
Our bodies move
     in sultry rhythm
          like two snakes rising
               from a charmers pot.
I kiss her ears, lips, and neck, and
     we dance until the sun comes up.
          The perfect stranger: not to be
               seen again, but remembered forever.