Carmen D. Coronado

(Yonkers, NY)

Erotic Country

My country is an intercourse of banks and waves
In beds of matchmaker rivers,
It is a sway of frivolous palm trees,
A flight of sensual birds, a hug of horizon and sea.
In my country, brooks dance with stones,
Talkative trees caress the sleeping mountains,
Moon and sun kiss each other at dawn,
And waves clap with sly rumor.
Carnations blush when they see bare roses,

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