Espresso and Tequila 


Like espresso and tequila our
love is a warm thirst to the spirit.
You make me remember all of 
the blessings and memories we have.

Dreaming of you is as a lover 
flying above a sky made of water.
Your scent is the air of lusty touch,
and the breathe for the thirsty tongue.

The world is made from a beautiful star,
so your heart must be my homeland.
We kissed and cuddled on the longest 
night of the year, we didn’t open wounds. 

Don’t measure, just break my boundaries.
This pack of cigarettes heals me from my 
my long glowing silence and rusty misery.
Take a sip of my liquor and smile on my aches.



In The Midst Of My Sorrows 

When I write about freedom, it’s not 
not a statement against any civilian.
Bullets and gravestones made me laugh 
about how my grandpa judge life as a joke. 

My friend tells me that I should learn to 
say no, does that mean I should under_
_line every drunken moments of loneliness,
and turn them into a thick hanging cords.  

My name never appears on your readings,
Some soft hands have become more dusty 
I wonder if I should leave and let them inhale
all the leftover breathes of this mad universe.

There is no hope from the past, but why do
I need to feel optimistic about today’s battles?
With both of my hands, I’m writing day and night 
of how relaxing I am not in the midst of my sorrows.

12/24/2023

B.H.P

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