April 13, 2007: Poem | short of breath

enlightened wonderer
dilated pupils
i wonder
what innocence
may be
or maybe
what experiences
she may be
harboring
i cut loose
the grapple
begin to travel
as i yearn
to learn
more
or less
the usual mess
rather
the real
for real
she dances
in my head
turns
and turns
merengue hips and
salsa legs
a sultry delight
of moans
juicy lips and
emerald eyes
succulent openings
to her mind
contagious laugh and
a wide smile
dream or reality
i have fallen
for her
sweet
sweet
style

-Anonymous