I have learned to walk on fire,
To drink fire,
To be fire.
Half goddess,
Half dragon.
I am Medusa,
Bruja,
Y santa.
Give me your eyes,
I will teach you to read skins.
Give me your hands,
I will teach you to pray in tongues.
The night we met,
The moon bowed down
To give us the stars.
I watched women
Drape themselves
Onto you.
A production
In the art
Of meat dangling.
But there was your stare—
Unwavering,
On me
In reverence and lust.
I put my claw to your skin.
There is a power when the flame burns white between us.
Where the unholy meet
And give us light.
Varinia Rodriguez once wrote a book about how Jellyfish Dreams were responsible for her own saving. She is raw, intense, and lovely like a shot of whiskey on a cold day hitting like a cup of hot cocoa. She is an alchemist, who works best with fire and the moon. Buy her book of poetry and photography off Punch Drunk Press.
This poem is from the Thought For Food anthology,
a poetry collection benefiting Denver Food Rescue.
You can purchase a copy of the book here.
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