You injure when
in heat. You caress my tongue,
and my vernacular doesn't jive in
the barrio when I sip you.
You make chismes about aquellos
that much more interesting.
I pull you in—
a straight shot.
Cafecito, soy
adicto.
Cafecito por la mañana,
Cafecito por la tarde,
sangre de insomnia,
negra hermosa,
amarga, y ardiente:
Life-blood.