Puerto Rican Papi

love in the tub

I drive from Bonita to Brooklyn

I’m caught in a maze, but like a mouse

I will find my cheese

 

I will find my way out

 

You filled my cracks

fondled my toes

polished my copper

pacified my woes

 

You filled my prescriptions

ordered my logo

Puerto Rican Papi

you have met your match

with this CoCo

 

I’m the dominant one

the inamorata

the dulce de leche

the mujer fuerte

 

I find it easier to walk away

than to stay

 

You’re no virgin

though I’ve had a few, for you

I provided 1^st time experiences

 

A walk in a cemetery

Detroit Pistons

Flowerland

Paint on wood

Easter eggs in the sand

 

Feeding squirrels peanuts

with my small hands

 

Waffles with strawberries

a Chinese tattoo

I’m top shelf

No cheap fool

 

Pink helmet on you

Me…the driver

I’m going to pick up some speed

You can hold tight, or

 

fall off

 

 

I travel on with ease.

Author's Note

another poem that is part of my 3 Passions series of painted poems with photography

Reviews

[Claudia Moss]

You are to poetry
what Pablo
was
to
Art...

It pierces my heart!!!!!!

[Colette]

flattered!!!!