la señal de la luz

on the edge of the river

she wades,

draped in amber,

with

honey pot

nestled

between her thighs--

she bakes,

tossing currents

beneath fingertips

like flour,

she kneads at earth

breaking apart soil

from sun,

then, she lifts them

inches above the ground

&

wraps them in herself

reaching down

she dips two fingers

bathing them in sugar

until she presses them

uno

a

uno

to his lips.

his tongue sparks along her skin.

the horizon shields them--

layers of amarilla

piña, maíz & oro

drench them in comfort--

against the threatening gaze

of Oya,

huntress,

sister,

warrior,

armed with machete

& flame.

a love

forbidden

as

sky

meets

river

fresh water gives life to pleasure

let tragedy ignite their kisses

they hide among sunflowers,

challenging nature to create

a union

as beautiful as this.

yellow butterflies surround them,

tempting Yemaya

to witness

the formation

of heartache

bodies rolling

back

& forth

like oceans

driving toward shore.

his thunder cracks

a hole

in the clouds

out pours rain

 like

crescendo

as his body

                  touches constellations

binding them to this universe.

she gives life meaning

with her smile--

her lips curve

twisting, turning

like flower petals

shifting in the summer breeze.

her head tilts back

&

the river rushes

forward

honey trickles

down her calf,

tears crawl down her cheek

they break apart in waves

sunset.