He Only Writes When He's In Love Poem by Abel Bolaños

He only writes when he's in Love,
And the cigarette burns too close,
Only when the broken nose has bled dry
And the swollen eyes are opened
Does he raise the Tip,
And mark Territory.

For Months,
Medicine brewed in the South,
Or the West?
Helped heal his wounds.
As it burns when it falls,
It's excruciatingly delicious when released.

And he once again
Runs his eyes over
A Smooth Body, and he
Reaches to Kiss the first true
Sentence he's experienced
In four months.