She met me that night
Without so much a grumble
From me
Not at all from me
...
Indefatigable is your poised+crass swivel
Disarming is your aplomb charm
Comportment? Hah!
Shear your baubles, your fiction!
...
Dulcet, tingling my imagination
In tones of dopamine like tiny bubbles
Onwards and upwards to allure my pleasure receptors
Its lilting in varied pleasantries, it matters not what she speaks
...
Llegamo-nos al otro lado
Creo
Eso espero
Adonde sueños del futuro
...
I was born.)
Between Two
She met me that night
Without so much a grumble
From me
Not at all from me
I could see her shoulders crest
And the payout of her back from that
Beautiful sight
In starlit moonlight
And, oh!
That tender scene
Evinces from me
Feelings of moonrise at sea
Right in between ocean horizon
And pristine firmament
…eyes caught…
…and shone back…
…a wondrous, ethereal glint