Flamenco Summer
We are saccharine
caramel clad morsels
welded by the tectonic
might of the Earth’s
downtrodden salt,
seared in union
with the bucolic
bread of Bethlehem
We are verdant jars
our curvaceous bodies
hold the purest Malbec,
its fragrance anchoring
the palettes of
inebriates, conquistadors,
and saints alike,
to our Jesuit lighthouse
We are gliding
sapphire silk silhouettes
dancing in Sevillan shadows
to the rhythm of
Andalusian undulations
each fiery nylon stab,
a layered delicacy that
strips your gothic façade
and exposes your soiled innards
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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