Trembling
Twenty years amid palm trees,
among guitarists playing ardent jungle beats
to the moon, my wild orchid: Place your hand here, tense
these strings. Tremulous fingers strum, strum, strum.
Dawn stole your cinnamon-guava scent,
filled me, bursting like a rumba.
Put your hand here.
© Sergio A. Ortiz, Published in Flutter Press 2009
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