Diego is made of wood.


Diego is made of wood they say
he carries dark knots on his back
like on his leg 
the other leg  is soundless meat
there is shrapnel in them from
grenades

his eyes branch out when he catches
a prey in his sights
his fingers crack like clicks of a tongue

he stands there snapping the lust in his fingers
one by one

I often watch him
he is exciting and dangerous
his look is like glass, his skin is rough leather
like his jacket
I wonder how he will smell

while doing me

suddenly she pulls me close to
her behind the tree
and twists my wrists 
she swears that she will break me
if I grow boobs while I watch