Poem of the Week / Victoria Sanchez

Lullaby at Day’s End

I am dark. Good to look at.
I am sweet skin on your tongue,
and my black eyes follow you
like wild lambs in the day,
and my black eyes follow you
like gentle panthers in the night.
My tongue is made of quicksilver,
sounds like fine metal, rich earth, smooth brandy.
Te adoro mi vida. Tesoro. Luz de mis ojos.
Good things come from my lips.
Things that grow, merciful things, sincere.
I am dark. Good to look at.
I am hot gasps on your neck,
And my body is broken
like torn roots, sleepless nights, desert.
And my body is broken
like the silver-green sky, grapes for wine, soil for harvest.
My veins hold flurries of gold dust,
shy thoughts, dead pains, heartache,
Seeds, stones, mud.
I am dark.
Like twilight—
the death of day, the birth of night.
Good to look at.
Like sunrise—
though the darkness dies. It dies.
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