Heat Wave Fairy Tale

[Eugenio]
And I thought sneaking glances would suffice
You lied to me, with puppy teeth 
They flare and glare like lightning striking 
through your chest where tiny Jesus rests on a silver lining
Have you just enriched the soil with sweat storms under solar phases?    

Hardly a land owner of private property
Caught me sharing a bombilla while breaking some bread 
beef, (beefy briefs) and pasta
This Last Supper panorama...frames new dawns 

You've won the heart race, a' thumpin' on mine arrhythmic. It's not in the right place nor are my glasses  

You must've been scared to see me lying so close. I take the lion's share by laying low. Sketching up odd jobs for my dogsbody  

And I'll repay all the heydays that we once were. Your lips flub half-truths, I believe them
If I could click the clock a lifetime sooner. Cause' little Martín loves his orange View-Master  

[Martín]
And I thought kissing Jesus was enough
Used to splash this pool, now I play it cool
but you cheated by insisting I take hot showers (in the summer)
One foot in the door, another in the Garden
How can you bring comfort both to and under the quincho table?  

Barely unhoused but pay no mind, in kind please
Caught me red-bandaged refusing medical services
and sleeping near spiked fences
This small roof, smaller feet and senses...curl my toes   

In your dead old clothes there's a warmth of weary books. It beats around the bush, so I unzip 

I long to know how one's heart wears on your shirt. It smells like zesty earth, where we "lei" on grass. Put it on for your mirror to paint  

And I'm sorry to flip your script into word pieces. I am the maricón that you told me not to be
If I could read between the lines like a press. Cause' Eugenio loves his laptop clickiness   

[Both]
A citrusy fusty funk, ripens and rises upon the storage bunk
Your eyelids are a sun-dripped curtain, hoveringly hiding the moonlit cenote behind yet sunken, down on my lungs 
Noon has settled on the dust and dusk, is this impending lust...a must? 
Remember? We killed a cat before, before Curiosity could discover. The C-word has become us. I hush  

Boy, what you running from? Boy...you fill the cropped screen
When we found this island, we watched it, serene in secret
Tropical landscapes that are rendered flat. Splats of the Pacific. Specific sequence and location. And they keep outliving...our beloved families...the air gun...the air in our hushes... 

And while we're washed ashore to dos ananás, our pants gliding waves out on balneario natural
Love how your gaze has always been quick to turn from cloudy clouds to skyish blue...all the more now that I can birdwatch all the albatross flocks again with you.