Hola mi gente,
I haven’t written anything for public consumption in over a
month. A part of that is that I’ve been busy at my new gig. However, the main
reason is that I’m living like a gypsy -- I have no place to call my own… yet.
Hopefully, that will change soon.
Today… a poem…
Nows [no. 13]
You are not
More perfect than
anyone.
But you have a
fine line of style.
A sharpened sense
of your outer edge:
the changing purposes
and possibilities for
your eyes and your
ass.
A master of the
passive assault,
you caress me
with your passing
glances,
and lure me to
adventure
with a smile
I can never be sure I
saw.
-- Edward-Yemil
Rosario © 2003
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