We Poets [Poem In Formation]

We Poets
immortalize our lovers

we say things like:
your skin is like
a lullaby

we say, 
your hair
reminds me of 
my mother
dark and stubborn

we say,
your breasts
are slow burning
slopes
where my mouth
loses its' name

we say,
your eyes
they cut 
right 
through 
me
like wind through
autumn branches

I reach 
for my lovers 
in my dreams
lovers long lost and
ones who left
the night before
“wait!” I say, one hand
outstretched

reach for the shape of 
your body
in this too honest
night.



-C. Izaguirre 2012