top of page
Search
  • Palabras Con Alas
    • Apr 1
    • 1 min read

Santa Monica ~by Yesenia Luna

An imaginable place with great weather, attractions,

and the most beautiful

orange skies–

I never dreamt about meeting someone from there

who would impact my life.

Seasons of hurting; seasons of love.

Now just a memory I was forced to shut.

A city I never imagined would bring me such pain,

Someone mentions “Santa Monica” and all I hear is

your name.



©2024. Yesenia Luna for Palabras con Alas.

55 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Así no se dice ~by Remy Attig

Recuerdo de niño hablar español. “We’re in America, speak English” decían. Of course I spoke English, coño, my parents were White Anglo Americans, pero siempre también había hablado español. Cosas que

Amapola ~ by Yesenia Luna

She’s like a drug. You consume her. Breathe her in. Experience her high. Her hair twists and sits on her head gently as if each strand was perfectly placed there by God. She laughs with such roar of h

Besitos ~ by Yesenia Luna

You ask me why I love kissing your lips. It’s because your lips against mine send electric shocks down my spine and into my heart. Each time you kiss me I can feel you smiling, and it makes me fall fo

bottom of page