between our legs all manner of

By Valerie Martínez
lamb’s ear      cliff rose petals      salt of dirt

here goes the murmuring      some word      shine

there is a table      a tin cup

you drop in coins      you drop

pilgrims alight              massive movement

hum says belly vulva back of knee

chime      like the neighbor’s blue-green metal      thing

deep in where sound goes slow-like      expanding

go      glow      blow      horny toad

hear them hear me      echoing

come again

salt tin coins dropping

refrain      the pelvis all field blood muscle hammering
 

Notes:

This poem is part of the portfolio “The Chorus These Poets Create: Twenty Years of Letras Latinas.” You can read the rest of the portfolio in the December 2024 issue.

Source: Poetry (December 2024)