PIEL DE MIEL

my apologies, luna

la luna te va a hechizar.

in the garden & pure mango is dripping from your lips, silk catching on the roots etched on our skin. we're under the tree & the sun tangles through your hair & combs through your fingers. you make cherry blossoms bloom on my cheeks as your sweeter-than-sandía lips dan a mis propios labios el mismo sabor. i'm drinking in the juice in your veins, my tongue lapping the sickeningly sweet sap from the hollow of your throat. rayos de sol stream against our simmering skin, & i'm trying to find the moon. she's hiding from us in the light of her lover, watching us as you take a bite from me like you're adam eating the forbidden fruit in the garden of eden.

la luna te va a hechizar, my mom would tell me. if la luna ever saw me engaging in the sweet sin of being under the mercy of your lilac breath, she would curse me. she'd banish me from the eternal paraíso that i was promised at birth (pero estaría contenta con esto porque estar contigo cumple mis más cálidas fantasías). but i really hope she is watching, because i want to show her that our love is not a sin. how could this be? you have me blossoming under your fingertips & i'm turning into someone i've always wanted to be, coated in candy & tasting the ambrosia off your tongue.

deja que la luna me hechiza, i think.

let her see how i've submitted
to your mercy while i hope that
your taste will linger for the nights
that she'll hold me captive.