Sandra Cisneros | Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

I don’t see a Mango street house,
nor sounds of a silhouetted loose
woman splashing fire on howling
creek. I feel your pelo strands
long negro y caramello and all
the malo boys that tried to comb
you. I would never want to shame
your wicked, wicked days as I drop
el cepillo, pick up mi pluma—listen
as I flicker a match between these
stanzas hear me reigniting your llana,
honoring the volume of voices that call,
not tempting but consuming me when I
connect with your unrelenting corazon,
as I fountain lines you once enraged,
sparks within me the wildest gift—
your invisible regalo reflecting beyond
your cuerpo skin, libros tan finas
whispering to me glowing wrinkled
chapters, from your spine, my sirena
sage, I picture you ruling the ink
upon the brightest stage, let me
spark your closest wink, please
read and devour me, the last lines
I blush from my climatic page.

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Adrian Ernesto Cepeda is an LA Poeta who is currently enrolled in the MFA Graduate program at Antioch University in Los Angeles where he lives with his esposa and their gato Woody Gold. His poetry has been featured in The Yellow Chair Review, Thick With Conviction, Silver Birch Press and one of his poems was named Cultured Vultures’ Top 3 Poems of the Week. You can connect with Adrian on his website: http://www.adrianernestocepeda.com/

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