By: Jackie Espinoza
Blow. Wipe. Repeat.
Your tesoro.
A cranberry red.
Her engine,
Fuerte, como un caballo.
His long, brown fingers,
Gliding and caressing.
She’s a beauty alright,
And I’m nothing, but a celosa.
No bebe, I won’t ever come between,
I understand.
You open the door,
Subete.
The zarape that protects her,
A shield of colores vibrantes.
I feel her looking at us,
Dos pachucos enamorados.
My vato smiles,
Su Tesoro.
