me vals solos

 
Uno, do-tres, uno, do-tres, i vals mi último vals
wrists rosebush bound, following my filly’s lead
cut teeth buried deep in her black bahia mane
twisted necks locked in our last dance, choking
on dust storms of the posse comitatus pirouette


uno, dos-tres… I waltz across her borders
rocking horse, harass of hooves rumbles
memories of the sheriff’s flamenco-frisky wife
spinning perpetual lassoes down southern halls
mistress of murder with bullet graze on her lips


uno, dos-tres… waltz me soft and slow
crawling across the creak of her timber floors
forbidden passion slips like thunder claps
hanging from sangría texan skies, flash of white
cruzara thighs, tourniquet garter to my heart


wallowing rise and fall of love corté short
slung wedding lazo cord from my neck, tres, dos, uno…
my maiden tears away, bleeding black thru a veil of dust
my body swings to my waning beat, floating on my feet
I waltz alone in the shade of the persecución tree.









me vals solos – I waltz alone
i vals mi último vals – I waltz my last waltz
bahia – Bahia grass is native to Mexico
posse comitatus – a body of men summoned by a sheriff to enforce the law
sangria – bleeding
cruzara – crossed: A dance step taken with one foot crossed tightly over the other
corté – cut
lazo – lasso
persecución - persecution



This poem was written for the "So You Think You Can Dance?" comp, inspired by hours of Nick Cave.