PIEL DE MIEL

this was a fever dream

and the seraph has called for me tonight!

are you ready to be kissed by the sun? have your skin scorched and dip yourself into the tidal waves! i want you to lick the sand, please. feel the earth's pores, she's crying for you because your soot-covered tongue raises sunflowered goosebumps from her hips!

i'm trying to make sense of the butterflies fluttering from your eyelids! are you not confused? their wings should've congealed in the warm tears gathered within your breast!

do you mind pointing me to the nearest rest stop?
i think he's tired from running around your every thought, and some rose watery spit has fallen from your mouth and into his and i think you gave him your heart to store between his teeth?

oh hello! i think i saw you in teotihuacán running around with chac-mool! isn't he your brother responsible for the drowning of my reality in the moss around my home (your cheeks)?

oh, he's given me everything, really! some guava has bloomed from his freckles and i can taste the grape juice hidden inside them! (did he mean for me to taste it? i can't be sure because he still cries for you!)

and now it seems my time has come to an end, please ask lazarus how he was able to walk amongst mortals after becoming acquainted with true death itself. (what's it like waking up and spitting dirt out of your mouth? let me know so i can tell him what he's doing to me!)

and there's nothing more i can wish for than to find my way in the willow's tears (why is she always weeping?) and stuff my limbs with her leaves.