cinco de mayo
it may be the symmetry
fifth month fifth day
just as spring raises
its soft soft head warmly
but he knew it was her
a mouth warm wet blossoming
& he knew the celebration
the beer & wine & food
were no mere piñatas
or sombreros on the sidewalk—
it was that her mouth had said
i am yours, all of me, yours
without speaking a word
until his blood knew:
yo no puedo hablar acerca del amor
pero la boca y las manos lo pueden mostrar
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