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Sonnet for Thunder Lovers and Primary Colors

Sep. 6, 2009
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(When Sweet Nothings Just Don't Cut It)

You're more than soda fizz, than sparklers lit
for kids at play, than fireflies' flit in sky.
You spin around my heart and up my thigh
with the whistle and boom of a bottle rocket.
Baby, those other jugglers' gigolo tricks—
magician's spell and mime's unspoken sigh—
don't turn my head, don't catch my ear or eye,
but your mercury rolls in my hip pocket.

Some women like the subtle hints, require
a pastel touch, a whispered cry and blush,                        
but not me; I am all hyperbole.
Your howls of red, your strokes of green sapphire,
your cayenne kiss, serrano pepper rush
from lip to nape of knee will do for me.

Brenda Crdenas' chapbook of poetry From the Tongues of Brick and Stone was published by Momotombo Press (Institute for Latino/a Studies, University of Notre Dame) in 2005, and her full-length book Boomerang is forthcoming from Bilingual Review Press. She also co-edited Between the Heart and the Land: Latina Poets in the Midwest (MARCH/Abrazo Press, 2001). Crdenas is currently an Assistant Professor in the Creative Writing program at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee.


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