Night Sky

Night sky:

I watched those planes from a dusty Salvadoran village, red lights blinking across the sky
Today I come back on one,
Cutting the night, and my mind, open.
Open. It is like breaking off chunks of ripe watermelon with your hands.

Memories:

Of lust and a lust for love and
Of me with women, quite beautiful, never understood, dancing into the darkness.
Black hair and hips, smiles and salsa music, the smell of corn and earth and green
And loneliness like smoke curling around me, silence.

The plane hurls on home.