“Margarita” by Leonard M. Parks


An odd Saturday it was for Margarita
The night free of little feet
The glasses salted and waiting
The ice ready to make heat of the night
With each lick of the rim, more relaxed she became
With each lick of the rim, more empowered she was
Margarita's confidence filled the empty glass
Her mind now filled, with the salt of desire,
Her emptiness now filled with power
So intoxicating, she robs the snake of his apple
Offering only a lime of passion
Peeling her skin, she reveals her fruit
The beauty of it, the feel of it
The taste of its juice
The hunger to sow her seed of seduction
Now controls her
She
Now controls him
An odd Saturday
it was