the mexican gringo

[Buffalo Head '75]

South of the border
In pursuit of my heart
across sun baked ground
covered in fallen thorns
from water hoarding
cactus prick my feet

dark skinned seniorita
who sun baths in
la casa
of the faded hopes
long since drained away
by a treaty and bad trade

serve me your corn tortillas
and shredded chicken dishes
intoxicate me with your eyes
and wash my spirits till they
wreak of cerveza

tell me your secrets
or greet me with lies
speak to me in spanish
nights and warm me
with your thighs

just take me in
make me your own
end my wanderings
give me a home.