Beso
by Concepcion Tadeo
I want to
kiss you in Spanish,
sentir la tierra en mi corazón,
to silently roll the rr’s in your name
within the earth of your mouth.
For that
mouth, boca abierta,
to clamp shut around me with its
mango vice, jicama jaws.
To taste
the smoke that comes up
from your chest, sabor a lumber,
and burn my tongue on its
wetness.