All Your Body Would Sell

These tired eyes weaken,
waiting for the blood letting to begin.
I feel all that I was, seeping,
Waiting for the end.
I remember your lips,
but not their taste.
When love rips,
all is laid to waste.
So goodnight, farewell.
Serenade me with one more lie.
I paid for all your body would sell.
I paid for a dream so high

copyright 2007 salvador cordova

Judas Spoke....

I remember how you bit your lip

As Judas spoke.

Still you boarded that one way ship.

Leaving behind all the smoldering smoke.

How long before your soul began to rot?

Could you smell the decay day to day?

At what price was your love bought?

To the highest bitter or whoever would pay?

A Good Time had by All

They all loved me and I loved them too.

I know because we said and wrote and screamed

Those filthy words to each other.

Them with their inviting smiles and my mother’s eyes

And proud breasts and needy lips and bashful navels

And eager wet spots and friendly thighs and boring lives

And, oh yes, their husbands.

Can’t forget them, they did not.

Each of them just like a new world

Wanting to be explored.

And me with my secret and my anger and inadequate

Emotional intellect and my smile and hungry heart and

Youth and rigid compass and my shame and my eagerness

And soft hands and homeless soul.

We’d find each other from time to time.

They’d ask to dance so we’d find a cozy little place.

Rub our hips together and sway with the beat.

They’d ask for a good time and I’d order

Some up and we’d drink and laugh and sometimes cry.

They’d ask for tomorrow and I’d give them tomorrow.

They’d ask to make love in the rain and I’d

Place their ankles on my shoulders and fuck them

On the hood of their husband’s car.

They’d ask for a kiss and I’d turn away.

They’d ask about my secret and I’d lie.

They’d run to me and I’d push away.

The minutes of passion flowed from one to another.

The seconds of tenderness never gave fruit.

I’d ask them to forget their husbands.

They smiled so reassuringly and walked

Away without making a sound.

My secret stayed with me and my anger

Grew and my heart learned to listen for the

Sound of snakes slithering around me.

May 21, 2006 Copyright Salvador Cordova

Something to Hold on to

Love is a word so over used. Love her, love him, love that. And we all think we know what love is. These feelings that run through us, the butterflies, the highs a face or a touch or a kiss can give us. I thought I knew what love was. Then I met you. All I thought I knew about that word went out the window. Yea you gave me all those feelings, but they weren't fleeting. They stayed. And you weren't even trying. They became a part of me. The word love wouldn't suffice anymore. You taught me to change that word into life and eternity and forever and my heart is full. You showed me unselfishness. To give everything to another. To have a feeling so deeply that nothing not even time and distance could erase it. Making love became a part of the deal. The word sacrifice disappeared because these feelings for you overpowered any hint of loss. To place that beautiful smile on your face, no thing was too much, too far, too difficult. You are a

part of me somehow,  like my eyes or my lungs or my soul. I couldn't imagine you not being in my life. Many people say I give you my heart, I give you all my love, no one will love you as much as I will. I can't do that. Those are phrases with empty meaning. A man might as well promise you the Sun, the Moon and the Stars. I give you every second you want to spend with me. I give you the highest position in my life. I give you all that you want from me. I give you everything I am and will be. And that, that is something tangible you can hold on to.

The years between life and death

You don’t really die when your heart stops. Most people die long before that. See, a little bit of you dies each time a dream dies. When you realize you’ll never be President, a piece of you dies. Then you realize you’ll never be a sports star or movie star, more of you dies. Then you realize you’ll never have enough money and more of you dies. You try to replace those dreams with better ones but all you gain is more death because those dreams will whisk by as well. The nail in your coffin comes when you realize the biggest dream of all, what has been packaged so beautifully since childhood for you, doesn’t exist. The Blue Prince you dreamed of or the Damsel in Distress you were supposed to save will never be and you find yourself in bed with someone you can’t stand and thirty years have passed by and, really you’re dead. Sure you wake up dress yourself and eat and work and pay bills and sweat at night with someone you never really knew, but that’s not living. There’s no passion in your day, no emotions because all hope is dead. The light you should emit from within has flickered out. Your soul, because that’s what life is not blood pressure and heartbeats, is dead.