guitar chords strum,
as a heavenly voice croons softly
in the other room,
i've only met him on occasion.
brakes on the bus groan, pulling to the curb
on a busy market street, riding down past the liquor store
where a torero's mural hangs,
lucid in an exhaust filled city street.
sunlight streams in, warming our space,
this place, where music and melody, where
divine femininity beckons and calls,
ringing like a fine china, calling like a soft
purr.
in the distance, the cement pillars of a coronado bridge
root us into the terrain, anchoring our story -
this now - this rise of all that is pure, magical
and sweet as the way once more.
languid, like honey, and draped in red, her amazonian
warrior nature rises from the dilapidated soil. her flowing
curves hugging the intersection of earth and sky,
civilization and art. true beauty once again reigns,
and i remember...
