Juan Luis Guzmán
pantoum with a paleta inside
I am at my very best coqueta
with melting paleta in hand.
Licking sweetness turned serum,
unhinged and torcido from want.
With melting paleta in hand,
I am boy in the height of heat,
unhinged and torcido from want
of knowing an urgent dissolve.
A boy in the height of his heat,
I crave the marvel of a mouth
that knows an urgent dissolve,
the pulse of reward. Every time
I crave the marvel of a mouth,
I lick sweetness turned serum,
the pulse of reward every time
I am at my very best coqueta.
