Niña, Hundida

Late afternoon brings

A new lover

Out of the sea

On hands and knees

Sky dark and grey

He bleeds red 

Over the rocks

Heavy rain clouds hang low

His eyes are wild

The sun peers through

And floods the air, the street

He’s made of salt and mist

He dries himself

Sizzling

In thick yellow light

Rich like mustard

I don’t blush at 

Wet jagged edges