When in Mexico

K.R. Morrison

              When he speaks


                           Diego murals

                           summon an altar of lips

                           she basements inside bruised ears


              In her heart’s attic


                           she listens and collects

                            fresh thoughts falling, searing

                            cobwebs off Trotsky red


              Love graffiti’s rawboned eyes


                           irises green dismiss what’s grey

                           her naked mind imbrued

                           moon blue, electrified.