Aztec Chocolate

tip the tongue
immerse chili powder
inject god
feel the flames
mark the age
ages of summer
spent weeping

words are dull
scythes weigh on wheat

a tear
rips apart your white t-shirt
expose your heart
to the wind
to me
the final embers
stain my eyes

rain the sky down
the jungle drops to its knees
for you

a taste
saliva bronze lipstick across a cheek
bring forward the spice
for the sun
for me
for your life
feeds my pain

you are more than body
you are gold
never to be found