Monday, August 4, 2008

Macchu Pichhu man

It happens to me everytime I meet a hispanic man.
The fizz
the ride up to Machhu Pichhu
I become an eagle feather
floating above
rocks
revolutions
coffee springs
ripe with red
flowers.

Guantanamera
becomes my name
marisposa (butterfly) with the
tank top.

Marisol (Sea and sun)
and Marisombre (Sea and shadow)
I become both..
riding the
slow scorching
heat of
the desert.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Loved the beautiful words. A friend of mine asked me to read and I have become a fan. Very good work Ghazal!

Gazelle Aparajita said...

Gracias Ronaldo..I am working on the journey of writing..
appreciate your feedback.

Peace..

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