Uno
for Renata
for the kiss that never came
crawling on thorns of faith
hot vapor over cold ground
she mouthed every word
to every song
immunizing us against
San Valentín
two sides to every passion
a cantadora crooned
through each whisper of the heel
feet navigating the terrain
of together loneliness
sangria glasses leached
the pigment from our lips
trading its own hue
on our tongues