Kumquat Calypso
Cuban crazy naked jive kumquat calypso
Opaque bottles whisper moloko
a clear glass melody swimming in oceanic jugs
Blue moon revolves, evolves
Touch the vibrant skin
taste the absent smile
Sparks and ash flash with my soul
stars shiver
lips quiver
In a purple night in Cuba
Amy Hansen
Amy Hansen Do we put our faith in destiny as an escape from
reality? Amy Hansen
Roasting chestnuts
filled the air,
ice cream cones and gofres
filled our bellies,
and friendship
filled our hearts.
Alex y Veronica
Navidad '96
Ode to my "Tazon Ceramica"
When I cup
it with my hands
...I remember.
Violet-kissed
blue
with a hint of cream.
Coffee remains
its closest companion,
though others have
resided
in its deep curves.
Everyone has one
and I have many
but only one
is special
only one
I cherish.
Though not one of a kind,
if broken
I would be shattered.
Unable to leave it behind,
I kept it
to continue the journey
with me.
To hold me by the hand...
Selfish really,
I know I need it
more than it needs me.
My "Tazon Ceramica."
When I look into its smooth silence
the memories come
reflecting back.
Does fate exist?
Do the stars wink at us?
Do lovers dissolve into the twilight?
Does the moon live within the lining of our skin?
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