Possession
Dance to the midnight
drumbeat
falling to passion
remembered yet so distant
she steps fleetingly into my dreams
the rain of soft kisses
falling upon my open mouth
I drink in that sweet
nectar memory
and I dance
©Trevor Torralba
SandI remember when
she would whisper
in my ear
as I sat and watched
the sun set behind her body
that held Shimopovi and Second mesa
The wind her voice
sage and pollen
her scent
soon her eyes would open
and the stars would shine
the earth and sand that made her
clung to my body
like a lovers hands
reminding me of my weaknesses
reminding me of being human
reminding me of my strengths
reminding me of being human
she would whisper songs
into my ear
her lips lightly dancing
on the softness of my senses
sometimes I can still hear her
whispering
when I awake I can taste
the merest trace of sand
upon my tongue©Trevor Torralba
Smoke rises from my chest
forming clouds to dance with the
stars
under the soft radiance of the
moon
I sing aloud
remembering my lives
my failures
my strengths
my passions
my thirst
my vengance
my compassion
I give body to my song
and the smoke dances harder
my heart is echoed by thunder
my eyes flash lightening
the scent of rain
graces the night air
this night
Medicine is strong
© Trevor Torralba
Written while lounging by my apartments swimming poolDry heat on brown bodies
wet sheen refeclting sultriness and desire
mixed with a handful of ah-de'
sweet cocnut oil contentment
and sweat
slight hip-sway
and generous curve of breast
revealed
to brown under the heat
slight petite earth toned feet
stepping lightly on the fiery pavement
long legs swing and arc
holding up the platform of beauty,
alive and warm
and wet
and scented
and small,
light with step
and heavy with stature
and grace
a multitude of colored string
and thread
hiding and revealing
in one glorious sentence©Trevor Torralba
Coming along one day
and my eyes flash fire
touching the hidden recess of my being
and my heart plays its' hand
firm dry grip
waiting to drop into fist,
into club, into stone,
pure anger drenched in a volatile mixture
of testosterone and unchecked fury
waiting.....
for one single spark
anything....
the flow of air through gritted teeth
whispering towards me
wanting to place its bony fingers in my heart
waiting....
a flutter of eyelash ready to
pierce with a stare
potential....
ready to crush mountains
to rend to tear
held in check by one single thread
Patience
that thread grows finer
each passing moment
©Trevor Torralba
Pauoga ga bo' (Written in Kiowa)Pauoga ga bo'
Jagaca ga bo'
paoga ga bo'
au gomga kanya ya ay
Mautaun audau aidegau mau en dau
audau guldau
audau pauguldau
audau gutqodau
jagaca ga bo'
pauoga ga bo'Seteje'
©Trevor TorralbaTranslation:
I see autumn
Within her eyes
I see autumn
The breeze offers her name
Her hair is that of leaves
Hair of red
Hair of brown
Hair of yellow
within her eyes
I see autumnSeteje'
©Trevor Torralba
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