bos que soledad

I dream of a liberated
Aztlan
Turquoise ripples of salt water
Take away the thirst
Dry the lakes with life less kisses
Red tinted sand washes
Seashells Seashells Seashells
Red
Red
Red
The color of womanhood
When its ready to let go
Water smoothed rocks Cut skin
Like broken bottles
Try to break it down
Break the silence
My lungs couldn’t hold anymore
Break the ties of a lonely sea self
Water down politics
Please for Pleasure
Lost in rocks in caves in
Spray lost in reflections
Of eyes that don’t blink back
That night I kissed you by the rocks
By the port
I wanted to get lost
In transit.