burn
by Giselle Monique Leiva
She usually spoke in whispers
mumbled her needs in ears that never listened
but tonight, she yelled.
As if the beast inside took control and
made her feel
confident
beautiful.
She yelled,
“¡Brujas!
¡Volemos!
¡El cielo esta llamando!”
The corners of her lips rose and
she closed her eyes as
her body swayed under the full moon.
Fire ignited from her fingertips.
Those flames lit up pits
both on the ground and in our stomach
deeper than hell and its boring objectives.
We danced around that warmth until
we became one with the burning
the aching.
It arose inside of us and
we too, yelled and bathed in the moon’s light,
hypnotized by the comfort of her iridescent kisses.
molasses
by Gisselle Monique Leiva
Hell is Home!
Hell is Home!
That is where I always keep myself.
Standing on a pyre
basking in the flames.
I fucking love it!
Darkening this blinding skin.
My burning flesh smells sweet;
organs melting,
molasses running down my legs.
love letters to lust
by Gisselle Monique Leiva
Sweet lust I am lost without you.
You penetrate me with your poison,
like a wasp, your stinger leaves behind pain
but that pain is sweet and marks me up
like the whips you used on me.
I screamed your name,
“Oh Lust! Oh Lust!”
So loud you came inside my death,
reincarnating yourself inside of me.
Your magnetic pull draws in distant pleasures.
My body vibrates when I am near
what is bad for me, yet
I find ways to pull you in
either way.
Gisselle Monique Leiva is a poet who has been writing poetry for nearly 14 years. She recently published her first collection of poetry, lovers, and other drugs (2019), and plans on publishing more in the future. You can follow her on Instagram: @gisselle_monique_leiva