'NITA

'NITA

what is left but the love poem

dark windows dusted by blue spots

becoming streaks of streaming ripples

behind the gauze

of a shear folded

providing a window's view of lessor spots

arranged on poles

even spaces open

between uneven reflections

her arched back and curve of her neck

along auburn hair

shape more than beauty

opening desire to create a new language

a discovery of perfection

needing description

usually clear vision becomes clouded

only seeing the magnificent tanned curves

seen through willowing curtains

colored by the odd restlessness

of that missing enchantment

overwhelming 

like waves of bright banners

gentle music voice

a laugh and tossed smile

freely given as a moment

graceful winning at chance

that now unfulfills

an old promise

  

this is done in pencil

for fear that if permanent

nothing will be left to write

a love poem erasable

leaving a rippled shadow

rest in peace

A. MENDOZA, 2016