Your eyes are open windows framing cloudless sky.
Your hair is soft obsidian's dark curling shine.
Your skin is sweet like rosewater, alluring and kind.
Your smile is an anecdote, accented and bright.
Your laugh is gentle spice and intoxicating wine.
You are beautiful.
Your mouth is a carnation, a delicate pink listener.
Your hands are like comforters in the arms of winter.
Your words are like dancing with our hips pressed together.
Your lips are like dreams I want to always remember.
Tus ojos son Bermudian bays, besos mojados, in summer.
Eres bellísim_.
Copyright Xiomara A. Maldonado 2009
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10 years ago
i love this poem. especially "your words..." "your lips..." "tus hojos..."
ReplyDeleteand the last line adds depth.