Wiggle With Love
"wiggle with love"
I look at her lips in the
pictures she posts.
sometimes she’ll show her
toes that are painted black,
sometimes she smiles,
sometimes she stares,
sometimes her dark lipstick
takes me into another universe.
she shares one quality with every
woman I’ve ever known:
she knows me but doesn’t
want me.
flies with one wing are
elephants with one tusk.
I sit and think of her legs,
her black toe nails, the skin
under the straps of her bra,
each breast without a bra
under her black muscle shirt.
I quiver.
most say the worst thing is
wondering what could have been
in love.
this is an untruth.
the worst thing is poetry written
about a woman knowing
what would have been
in love.
By: Chicano Eddie
8.1.18
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