She Thought Him Plain

Don't you know I love you, he said

As she soaked in the rain.

Taking him inside her,

Her heels in the small of his back.

Tell me you love me, he begged

And she moaned and slapped him.

Her hips not yet satisfied.

He cried on her breasts and

She thought it rain.

He died in her arms

And she thought him plain.

Copyright 2008 Salvador Cordova

A Wild Rhythm

He closed his eyes and could hear her heart beating. A wild rhythm. Like placing your hand over a bristling race horse. So far away and still he could hear her heart. Guiding him. To her. The fervor overwhelmed him. It was more than he could handle. But it was all he wanted, so he took it. So far away. Yet, in his soul, in his heart, in his being she was right there holding him. Loving him. And he loved her. Distance meant nothing.

Copyright 2015 Salvador Cordova