Esos Ojos
Ah, it is her eyes
that mesmerizes me
eyes that open flowers
as if caught by surprise
even ivory swans
extend their necks
from small still ponds
just to see them...
I so desire to be
her prince of fantasy
to taste the rich red wine
from the grapes of her fertile vineyard
in silver goblet of regal beauty
to know intimately her soul
that is clean as fire
burning like the evening star...
It is divine labor
to seek her favor
to listen to the voice
that rings like a sacred bell
celestial notes
leaving me
in a marvelous state of vertigo!
It is love I seek
my heart was dying slowly
now it opens
like a sun kissed flower
if life were love
how wonderful it would be
rushing forth like a turbulent sea
tossed about by the hand of passion...
Ah, the topic of her eyes
the depth of those dark brown eyes
the way her black hair like a ravens wing
caresses the dark skin of her shoulders
the eyes that cleverly dance
to distant music of the mariachi...
My princess of fantasy
your loveliness rivals
the pastel colors of the setting sun
as they echo off towards New Orleans
to the distant west
beyond the horizon from above the skies
all the way to the Rio Grande...
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
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