In Puerto Rico, when a cat is in heat and moans that mournful awful cry, they say she is crying for her lover, Raul. Upon hearing such a cat in Bayamon, PR, I wrote the following poem.
La gata grita, “Raul! Raul!”
The sound of midless burning for sex.
Exhausted she drags her ass around el barrio.
“Raul! Raul! Raul!”
Raul feo. Raul viego. Raul infirmo.
Take me. Split me in two.
Llename con tu crema.
Coat my burning insides with your salve.
Comfort my rawness.
Raul, Donde estas?