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Eliel Lucero

Eliel Lucero is native New Yorker of Afro-Dominican decent.  He is a mentor for Urban Word NYC, where he facilitates poetry workshops for teenagers.  His poetry appears in International Poetry Review (The University of North Carolina, Greensboro) and in Barbershop Chronicles (Penmanship Publishing Group).  He is co-editor of the Acentos Literary Review.

 




What Miracle Fruit?

Maybe the circumference of a breast
First nurturing of coconut milk cool
Child's ease of mother's embrace
What mounds serve as better lullaby?

This is why I sleep incased in pillow

Maybe it'll carry your scent
Department store purchase
Fragrance turned signature
What scent serves better nostalgia embedded in present?

This is why I travel Macy's to smell you

Maybe the smooth of floured dough
Perimeter powdered fresh
My hand rude and hungry
What skin serves as better meal for fingers?

This is why I'm I moisten my tentacles

Maybe the sweet citrus rush of your lips
Pink wonders torturing the devoured
As their anxious drowned plea for more
What juices better to suffocate in?

This is why I want to kiss you while I am kissing you.

Is it akin to kiwi?
Would its fur compliment your smooth?
Will its flavor aspire to your mouth?
The seeds have drawn your curves.

This is why I savor tang-succulent sweet of kiwi in restraint

Tiny bites to better addict the mouth
How you taste is lunacy.
Miracle fruit is song of the devote.
To aspire to bite, to suckle, to swallow

Is to agree to insanity.



© Eliel Lucero



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