Good is Long Gone

My home is out in the desert.

Where the scorpion live inside the cattle bone.

All that was once good is long gone.

All that was filthy remains so.

All the rest hid long ago.

Stumblin’ across this dust, this dust and pain.

Shouldering the blame for Judas, for Cain.

The blood spilled on the bones.

The scorpion searched for the flesh that bled.

Those who believe pray for rain.

Those who do not, chew the dirt and kill the snake.

I’ve seen love die and I’ve seen her take.

Take gold, take souls and take men from their homes.

Breathe in the poison of her name.

Swallow the day in which she came.

Fall amongst the dust and pain.

Kill the snake and curse the rain.

Copyright 2006 Salvador Cordova

A Burning Bed

What price a memory?

The shadows of the pain,

The echoes of the soft rain.

When the thunder came,

Nothing would ever be the same again.

Dreams rot away, waste away, fly away.

Like the love we once shared.

Like the love we once made

In that burning bed.

Always hearing the whispers

Of the wicked words we said.

Copyright 2002 S. Cordova

Corner coffee shop

And to think years ago you didn't even know I existed. I would ride my bicycle every morning by the window of the corner coffee shop just to watch you take one maybe two sips of the Italian blend coffee you now make me drive 20 minutes out of my way twice a week to buy for you. I watched him hold my dream. I watched him ignore you, then lose you. The progression from sitting closely like lovers to sitting across the table like marriage to eventually a large booth like business with only the cold of regret and loneliness between the both of you.The morning he wasn't there I stopped what I thought was right in front of you and watched you sip an entire cup of coffee. Alone. What a novice, a loser I was then. You didn't even know I existed. Still, as I watched your lips moisten with the heat of the coffee then, I knew you were my sole existence.

copyright 2015 Salvador Cordova

She is a Fire, the Phoenix

He holds her, but he can't hold her like they all did.

He must be different.

He wants to hold her like the sky holds the moon.

Hold her within himself.

To take, absorb her pain, to swallow her cancer.

Make her whole.

But he can't, she won't let him.

To absorb her pain and swallow her cancer means he would consume her too.

And she is not to be consumed.

She is not to be enveloped by him or anyone.

She is a Fire, the Phoenix.

She is the consumer not the consumed.

So he holds her. Not like they all did.

But in the way that she wants.

He holds her with strength.

Next to him. And he loves her. And he waits.

To be devoured.

copyright 2015 S. Cordova