i look so beautiful under the stars
with your sultry papaya fingers
matted around my mahogany hair
as i pry the hem of my dress
over my waist and bare my lower
half to myself, not you
i see myself in the rear view
mirror of your car and watch
how my scalp leaches serum
of a seraph's peck and flood the
backseat in maya blue,
smearing me in a dream
"hermosa"
you tell me i look good like this
i know i do
