One of my bilingual poems.

[pinerow]

Mango Pop
Ramon Pinero 11/7/2004




And her lips
como un
popsicle de
mango,
sabor a
fruta
sweet
juicy
the taste
still
on my
mind

La beso
y
como
un
helado de
mango
sabroso
se me
queda
el
sabor
y olor
de fruta
isleña
and her
breath
like
a smooth
caribbean
breeze
circling
‘round my
my head.





Y el
sabor
a mango
is still
on my
lips
and her
walk
como el
eco de un son

and her
eyes
como
almendras
y sus
labios
sabor a
mango.
lingering
still
I can
feel
her
taste
her.

And her
hips
when she
walks
is
like
every
tango
you
ever
dreamed
of.


Every
sway
of
those
full
sized
hips is
like
mother
earth when
she
shakes her
booty.
(we mortals
call ‘em
earthquakes)

And when
I taste
those
mango lips
and feel
her skin
smell that
just loved
aroma
wafting
in the
air

then
I
know
that I
am
home.

[RagingInMiami]

1. As a bilingual Latino living in Miami

That poem really flows despite the two languages. You're not related to Miguel Pinero, the famous PR poet and writer who lived in NY during the 1970s, are you?

[pinerow]

2. As a matter of fact, there is no relation, however,

I have had the opportunity to read with him and Pedro Pietri in San Francisco and at Stanford University in the wild and reckless 70's.