Sorry Sir.

You’ve been downgraded
I’m feeling degraded
By what is not stated
No more laying out your clothes
Preparing your meals
Cleaning up after your feast
Or service in heels

No more loving texts
Or pure hugs pouring honey from the heart
Down your throat
No more caring how long we’ve been apart
No more intense looks probing into your soul
To receive the messages for your attainment of goals
With the yearn to learn the secrets for creating your bars of gold
And placing them in your hold

It’s old.

Putty in your hands
Lioness Kitten smitten and written

Downgraded to fallen hourglass sands
Limited time on my mind

No more eternal grains swept into the sea of loving ecstasy
Created during pleasurable nights and sunny risings
Downgraded to memory only
A fading reality lost to reality

A freedom for Me.

No more cuddling while we dry sweat
No more passionate kisses as soon as I walk through the door
No more knowing your scent a million miles away
No more meet me naked and speak no more

It’s not what I intended
It’s what your actions asked for
They told my calm to become anxious
To fret and stress what you were hiding
What you weren’t denying
Or trying
To better
For my love letters

Your actions told me to sense the fall
You tripped me into a bottomless pit
My poor stomach
My instinct my gut stuck on rut

You made me question every word that left your mouth.

The upgrade available is a shameless Lover who accepts your Ins and Outs
Because You’re Pure in their truths

The practice of appreciation heard in the whisper of a shout
In my ear while pleasure is in play

No more memorizing my face
Studying each trace to know in which way to move next
As I follow your lead
Kitty Kitty
As I lead you freely
Lioness prowl growl

Clean your own towel.

Feelings shouldn’t be hurt
As they’ve been removed
And never placed

By You

Soulless mechanics
The name of your Garage

Soulful abandonment
Surrender of flesh
Desire to command desire’s strength
Are no longer part of your reservation
It says it right here

Sorry, my mistake
Not even your name appears

You’ve been disappeared

Don’t be confused.

I’ve been elevated
It’s in the New Contract I’ve just stated.



Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.