#sandra cisneros

weltenwellen

Let's not talk. We're not good at it. With you I am useless with words. As if somehow I had to learn to speak all over again, as if the words I needed haven't been invented yet. We're cowards. Come back to bed. At least there I feel I have you for a little. For a moment. For a catch of the breath. You let go. You ache and tug. You rip my skin.

Sandra Cisneros, Vintage Cisneros

derangedrhythms

ALT

Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman; from ‘Dulzura’

eternal--return

A man kisses a woman in the rain
and I am envious of that simple affirmation.
I who timidly took and timidly gave—
you who never admitted a public grace.
We of the half-dark who were unbrave.

Sandra Cisneros · “14 de julio.” My Wicked Wicked Ways (1987)