Mistrust Poem by Carlos Rodriguez

Naked we come & naked we go
Touch my soul, like a soft wings butterfly
Close me in and feel my heart
Wet &oily skin, no place to hide
Lick my wounds
Battered soul, kiss my lips
And let our dreams unfold
White noise
Hot blind light
My hips move & thrust
In unison by the quiet firelight
Sketch the clouds
On your blue pallet
For you took all of my love
And the money in my empty wallet
Let out a sigh of relief
Why must everything you tell me
I shall acknowledge in disbelief.

Copyright 2006, by Carlos Alberto Rodriguez