"Somebody threw a dead dog after him down the
ravine." 

MALCOLM LOWRY, UNDER THE VOLCANO

MY WOMAN, MY MEZCAL

(dedicated to Guadalajara and all Blue Agavas)

(jann c castor,  december 10, 1998)

Worshipping the worm inside your soul 
is not my idea of loving.

Looking at you
while your shape hugs the dawn, is.

Drinking from your lips
all deceptions you hold inside of you
is the weakness I host in me with diligence

But your smell is sweet and poisonous like cabezas
beyond my will 
beyond my resistance

The golden brown colors you shimmer
straight into my eyes
cannot be shaken off lightly

As cempasuchil flower for the day of the dead
that returns with four hundred lives
so do you

So I lift you again
and toast you 
weighing the score in my naked dreams
under the volcano

All of you Yvonnes
Salud!

copyright  Jann C. Castor © 1998,WGA