We were two galaxies that became a universe,
celestial novae illuminated the abyss
in crescendoing sonnets celebrating our love
when the Lion’s roar carried you to my concrete stoop
The curious moon hovered over our shoulders
giggling at me as I stood silenced and stiffened
by the coy stare of your sanctorum eyes.
Lying on hammocks beneath mamboing stars,
(as Cavalleria Rusticana’s Sinfonico
played softly in the background)
our imaginations blossomed like the new born sun.
Twilight’s tender hand shrouded us like a gold silk kimono embracing a young Geisha‘s supple form.
You would whimsically declare:
“I see a blushing bride in a blazing white dress,
standing statuesque, crowned with daises
she holds a bouquet of crimson roses and ivory lilies-
isn’t she beautiful, mi amor?”
And I thought “yes, how lovely you are indeed,
amor de mi vidi!”
Waltzing upon the citrus breath of tigers,
amidst nightingales etching their ode upon spearmint breeze,
my scarred finger traced the outline of your sultry features
within the swarm of symphonic fireflies swirling on treetops.
Hummingbirds burst from
ascendant nuances of sonorous laughter,
butterflies carousel in concert with
the swaying of honeycomb thighs
scarlet tanagers bore us upon
their magnificent wings.
Beneath the zenith arch
of the morning horizon we shared our first kiss, my ardent love;
and this is what I yearn for most.