Glistening under the
African sun
Taino heat rising through her,
The scent of rum and sea,
Her wave-tossed hair tangled by
The breath of Spain
Sweet gold of
The sun in her smile
Her back arched, sweat soaked, she pulses and
Sways, trunk of palm that
Quivers with salsa rhythm and tropic breeze
Xango hides now
The forest is
Tobacco deep dense with
Mulatto leaves to cover our sin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through her! With the muse of her sweet love. Nice work.