Your sigh is carried away on the warm breeze that stirs the palm fronds Green swaying herringbone shapes against a blue 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 buised purples and blacks, the cooling embers of our last tropical summer's day The coming night is mirrored in the blackness of your eyes A palpable ache marks the place you occupied with life and movement; I find myself standing alone in the dark My Latin love
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