One half flan.
One half biscocho chocolate (con un chin de café)
Always burning your tongue
Always hotter than expected
Always creamier than perfected
Always waiting for you

With the sweetest sensual scents of a Puerto Rican bakery
This Aries tastes like the darkest cherry on top of a piña colada
Melted into mango butter on a turquoise beach
Feeding you peaches with African jazz whistling white noise
Toys wrapped in a nutmeg hazelnut hammock
Above a graham cracker of raspberry rosemary cheesecake
Toes deep in snickerdoodle sand.

Papi, please pass me a fan, and then take a pause because
A foster of banana pumpkin pie drowned in dulce de tres leche
Rests in my temple trunk, rests waiting

Just for us.

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I am on my crooked knees
Slapped by the bittersweet sea
Of a scar that feels way too familiar

I am on the wounded healer
A buffoon’d drug dealer with murky medicine that won’t patch
Up these marks like we want them to.

Tell me

After poetry

Do you still feel like this is all a dream?
Like you a fucking feen?
Is self-sabotaging nearly as seductive as me?

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Brand fucking new.

Like, fresh out the salon sweating all over my boo. Like, we real stupid smacked off that honey wax. Like, kiki-ing with my demons never been sweeter to this delicious demeanor.Like, someone been taking up all the space she said she should. Like, she snatched should out her vocabulary. Like, rules were meant to be stolen, broken, and made a silly token out of. Like, bien puta y bien bellaca.

Like, I’m just yapping but you would pay to hear me talk.

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Amanda Ashley Villanueva

Amanda Ashley Villanueva

Sharp fingers & slick tongue make their way back home.