Sunday Poetry: Sandra Cisneros

You Called Me Corazon

That was enough
for me to forgive you.
To spirit a tiger
from its cell.

Called me corazon
in that instant before
I let go the phone
back to its cradle.

You voice small.
Heat of your eyes,
how I would've place
my mouth on each.

Said corazon
and the word blazed
like a branch of jacaranda.

Sandra Cisneros