ESTA LUNA (TRES PARTES)
The moon moans and floes sultry tonight.
Cupid's arrows sizzle, pulsate , mesmerize.
Leaves and wet winds blow at the stars,
salty but sweet Eros!
leaves adorned in pointed starlight,
circling vast, aching rhythms.
Wild, penetrating, hard and pounding
That swelling Spring branch...
Esta Luna and our lives are one.
As it expires, we renew.
Over and over.
All night long.
Till morning birds awaken.