...where we write today about sounds of love...
TORREMOLINOS...
In Malaga,
lips quietly sipped wine
Strings, piano,
and bandoneon unearthed inside her
new thunder, penetrated tender
chambers of her heart
Bodies, boots and heels
tangoed an angry, yet innocent
poetic cadence,
resonating across shiny tile floors
Rustic arias
floated in the night,
descending on the terrace
of Torremolinos,
where they stayed
Noise of clanging swords embattled
in Quixotic dreams of chivalry
echoed in her delicate ears,
her senses overcome with images
of giant windmills
She was not deaf to
the sonic whispers of dolphins,
or the sighs of distinguished red roses when rising to screams of intense pleasure cascading over
the garden gate.
From a church above,
morning bells tolled,
lingering still the hummings of sweet release when she awoke in the arms of her lover in Torremolinos...overlooking the blue green Mediterranean Sea and Costa del Sol.
