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By sandra cisneros Submitted by sarahsehee Date: 2003 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.03.15.45.8220]] |
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You bring out the Mexican in me By Sandra Cisneros You bring out the Mexican in me. The hunkered thick dark spiral. The core of a heart howl. The bitter bile. The tequila lagrimas on Saturday all through next weekend Sunday. You are the one I'd let go the other loves for, surrender my one-woman house. Allow you red wine in bed, Even with my vintage linens. Maybe. Maybe. For you. You bring out the Dolores del Rio in me. The Mexican spitfire in me. The raw navajas, glint and passion in me. . . The spangled sequin in me. The eagle and serpent in me. The mariachi trumpets of the blood in me. The Aztec love of war in me. The fierce obsidian of the tongue in me. . . The Pandora's curiosity in me. The rainforest disaster, nuclear threat in me. The fear of fascists in me. Yes, you do. Yes, you do. You bring out the colonizer in me. The holocaust of desire in me. The Mexico City '85 earthquake in me. . . The tidal wave of recession in me. The Agustin Lara hopeless romantic in me. . . Sweet twin. My wicked other, I am the memory that circles your bed nights, That tugs you taut as moon tugs ocean. I claim you all mine, arrogant as Manifest Destiny. . . like it or not, honey. You bring out the Uled-Nayl in me. The stand-back-white-bitch in me. . . The Acapulco cliff diver in me. . . I am the swallower of sins. The lust goddess without guilt. The delicious debauchery. You bring out the primordial exquisiteness in me. The nasty obsession in me. The corporeal and venial sin in me. The original transgression in me. . . Only yours. Only you. . . Love the way a . . . woman loves. Let me show you. Love the only way I know how. |