He Quivers In Beats
I soak in his wheezed language
drenching my breath ,as twilight rips
the lining of my skin; a massive fire
slowly rolling upon our chests…
as the lion in him kneads a melodious
rambling that the climbing heat,
the serenade of minstrel’s tunes
gushes on this day through a café’s view.
Then once, twice, thrice with gentle
stutter of outstretched whispers---
through the lure of a need humming---he
could not speak clearly beyond the gardens.
In a flash, like a hungry soul let loose,
my steady mate quivers in beats
as the singer drones ' The Way You Look Tonight.'
“ Will you carry my name and be
this guy's lifetime bride?” Secretly, the potion
of my craving finally explodes!
Sounds of The Day Contest
For Nayda Ivette Negron
Resubmitted 6/20/2016
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