andalusian love poem, #3
Saturday May 9, 2009
stay in these trees with me a bit longer,
until the leaves senesce and are lost
in flutters to the wind, each by each.
if the Everything of orange blossoms speak
as loudly as temptation
as brightly as your abdomen, stretched
like the strips of linen across the rooftops
that shade these thin streets
then i will seek cathedrals
and renaissance museums
to bore me in your absence.
