LUCÍA MARTINEZ

Lucía Martínez.
Shadowy in red silk.

Your thighs, like the evening,
go from light to shadow.
The hidden veins of jet
darken your magnolias.

Here I am, Lucía Martínez.
I come to devour your mouth
and drag you off by the hair
into the dawn of conches.

Because I want to, because I can.
Shadowy in red silk.