desire
in this jungle
is a sun-
weathered palm
of a different shade -
patient
practiced
preyed;
well trained.
sweat pools
and cascades across
dispossessed terrain
muddying curves
in soft
moments after
a wild-electric
rain.
wanton is
the void
in the dark
of her heart,
steady as
this fistful
of unearthed pain;
the hands
of modern
innocents
heavy-laden,
guilt-stained.
desire
in this jungle
begs
remembrance of
the storied
arcane
where
mycorrhizal wisdom
is power
bloodying
the riches
in her veins.
cumulus
sit low
on the horizon
with something
unsettling
to say
a cresting
wave
beckons her
body, tired
still
thirsty for
today.
desire
in this jungle
is shelter
for the orphaned
estranged
rewriting
gardens of Eden like
a sweet-
dripping mango
august-ripe
for the take.
this
lonely quiet
of hard-
won solitude
keeps her hunger
feral,
stray…
yet
if
love is a fool’s game
she is your
most faithful
card
to play.
against
the coarse grains
of white
histories salted
bleak
with the easy
erasure of shame,
desire
in this jungle
is a huntress
not
a slave.
all images: felipe sanchez / @granoysal