Angel Izaguirre

You dance a intimate rhythm

I can feel all over my body;

It whispers your breath on my lips,

And your sweat on my neck.

I can hear it down in my throat

And even in my rib cage.

I can see your moans

As they play a silhouette across my chest,

As they play conga drums around my feet.

The ground vibrates,

And I can taste its message

On my tongue

Of two fleshy instruments

Locked into each other,

Kissed into one single beat.

Quarter notes chant

From your brown eyes

As they caress my sunflowered cheeks.

I can feel them searching on my skin

With flutes, violins, and trumpets,

Drinking to their own melody;

1-2-3 5-6-7

1-2-3 5-6-7

Your song encircles

The brim of my irises,

Licking a scent from an image

Of you mirrored in salsa,

Of you reflected in sensuality.

I can see your energy lit

With the allure of honey

As it delves into my nose

Like a humming blade

Of fertilized pheromones.

That scent from earthen eyes

Floats along a string of faith,

Straight through my thirsty lungs-

I can smell you love in me

As I breathe in three white doves

With twigs growing from their beaks,

Each carrying a piece of your heart

For me to eat;

For me to feel your music

In my mouth

As you feel mine

In syncopation.

Angel Ochoa

Izaguirre

9/30/04

9-30-04

Angel Izaguirre

9-30-04

This poem is about another person and myself together. We're naked and all we do is kiss. I picture the person in front of me full of passion and desire. Basically, the poem illustrates the chemistry seen and unseen to the eye between us. I hope as you read this you begin to understand what the true meaning behind all these little words mean. Is there such thing as having sex without physical penetration? I believe so. I believe we can mentally connect on levels that make it spiritually beautiful. Then perhaps the question is: what is love? Is love the idea of having sex not only physically but mentally as well? If so, then this poem would best describe that connection, that love which all of us crave. It's that beat which we can't hear well because love is mistaken for nothing more than sex. But love is also the mental stimulations and emotions when two people come together in a relationship. It's that beat which is often left unstressed that we long to bring out. Thus, I hope you enjoy this little poem of what love can be in syncopation.