Love Poem: Lizett Garcia
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Written by: Thomas Wells

Lizett Garcia

Breast with me,
beating like a bird.

In our moment
all hope soared
with a fragrant moon
and kissing
was the mixing of culture.

At these depths
I felt what tore
at the threads
of your music.

I met the guns
of El Salvador.

I touched the pallid
flesh of your dead
riveted friends.

I hosted your nightmare
of butchers.

Your fingers are refined
for the making of music.

Your thumbs
are peasants,
ready for revolution.

Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
Political- personification