Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga Poems

Metro-
Running to track six
Downtown to South Chicago
The twelve twenty leaves on time.
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Persuasive—
In a day the morning is petite
soft and smooth,
warm in its summery dawn
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What is it you ask—

I see what you see in you
Frail and bird-like
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What would you do—

If I would just look at you
Hold you with my hands,
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Imagining how you’d feel she said—

Sometimes I just want to
feel things like the alley is dark
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On the lavender tablecloth—
Goblet and corkscrew wait
Like two committed to a task
Preordained and absolutely
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In the quiet of this hour—

When the moon’s vanilla’s
My dessert, the sea
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O' in your gaze—
Of sapphire blue
Pierces deeply the night and
On your lips twilight
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I ran into her
—
At the most importune
Time and the weirdest
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On the twelfth-hour—
I slept stripped of
All presumptions, devoid
Of all that was me
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