Hernán Cortez re-members Malinche
Hernán Cortez re-members Malinche
México Tenochtitlan- August 17, 1521
I met God at her center
and prayed to the opening
of her lower lips. I became
a hermit reading the sacred
etched texts on her flesh
to find a new spelling of
my name at her navel
where I rendered
her in carnelian red
She is the center of the universe,
I do not care what Galileo will preach,
She is the real sun,
gravitating my heart
pulse to my dune’s edge
and swallows me holy
I could not stop the sin-
king, sliding bare skin,
my being, whole and
rushing into blood alchemy
I will sail in her
veins for all eternity
Sex is the real battlefield.
She is unafraid of my unveiled
sword, I failed to erase that
deep indigo hummingbird
written on her chest,
When I come closer, her eyes
become obsidian mirror glaze,
I willingly drown in her water
I anchor myself as deep as
our ships first embraced