Your sigh is carried away upon the warm breeze that stirs the palm fronds-
Green herringbone shapes that sway irrhthmically against a timeless tropical sky;
Dusky tiger-striped shadows play across your face;
The sun is a tiny mote in your almond-shaped black eyes;
Your shy endearing smile fills my heart with a yearning that has no name, that is indistinguishable from grief,
My Latin love

Your serene restlessness must have been learned from the sea in which you play;
Translucent breakers curl into cream, lighted from within;
An ever-changing rainbow of sea-colours;
The beach clings to your legs, your dress, is part of you . . .
Your unblemished skin is of no earthly colour, and like the rest of you is too perfect to be touched, except by sun,
My Latin love

Your placid urgency at day's end is the premonition of a flower's closing;
Fiery reds and yellows fade to bruised purples and blacks, the cooling embers of our last tropical
summer's day.
The coming night is mirrored in the blackness of your eyes;
With a child’s laugh you have slipped away through the shadows, leaving still, aching emptiness in your wake,
My Latin love