El Olivida de la Paloma

Sweet on the tongue
A taste I would remember
I met you one December
Upon a sticky bench.

Tajin sour rim
Sipping slow and carful
Licking every granule 
Late into the night

Ice and spice and mezcal
Flavor kissed my forehead 
Dizzy passion flag red
I didn’t want to love 

You.

But

We tried
Outside

The pressure of the masses
The anger of the voices
The spoiling in the sun

We lied
Outside

The future in the dreaming
Exposed by all the screaming
In silence made our vow

You tried
Inside

Standing on the good and true
It’s all you’ve ever known to do
Protect and serve, Amor

I cried
Inside

Upon black waves of comfort
Unchosen and unworthy
Tell me what to do

You did.

You knew.

I knew.

And forgot.

To forget. 

On a faraway island
Over a faraway sea
In the autumn
You said to me

El olivida de la paloma

Would be.