Your ear picks up a newer breeze

Picture by
RickB500
© 2018 - 2021

Your ear picks up a newer
breeze, and your fresh skin
beats. A tingling sensation reaches
down to your feet,
and you know,
you know that under the palm
lively petals bloom
and on your brown skin,
almost golden, birds soar,
greenery flies, and you dance.
Just like that, suddenly. All of nature
is music, and you are the beat,
you are the muse, the note, the dance!
And you were naked before me, Ochún.
Your back arched, your breasts
poised, your waist so supple,
your mouth moist, can you see? You sing.
I admired you from behind the foliage,
but from the corner of your eye perhaps
you saw me because you dived
suddenly into the deep waters
and I saw your gleaming black figure
escape from the sun, your feet
the last to disappear into the foam
of the river, and your spell
spreading sweetly far and wide,
beyond all measure, beyond anything,
no longer confined by nature.