the revenge of the immigrant

the revenge of the immigrant
is in fucking, is in the sweat,
the slick, the smell that he licks
off his lover's body

if its not his race, he does it
with just that much distance
and tease, so that she goes
nuts, trying to reach what he
isn't giving

and if its his own, then like a true
racist, he travels only in his own
streets, fingers the bricks and
stones made only of his skin
he tastes and licks as if he
could remove skin, and layer
and layer of brownness to what is
below

the revenge of the immigrant is
in fucking, in what she withholds
what warmth she refuses to share
what smile, joke she doesn't drop
casually, that would make any man
turn

if its not her race, she sways her hips
gold in her ears glinting in the sun,
unusual bodies beneath clothes, enticing
and turning away, black eyes searching
blue for more than they can give

if its her race, then its how she dissolves
flesh upon flesh, word upon word
like melting inwards, to where her
eyes are surrounded by skin

the revenge of the immigrant is in
fucking, once she walks away from a
cafe, not served, once he walks back
from work, weary of his hard labour
they go back and fuck and fuck and fuck

in ways that haven't been dreamed off
by blue eyes....