(for Glory)
by Jesús Papoleto Meléndez

There, a woman sleeps
   Not just any woman
                                ,but
                                  the one
                                       & only
                                              Woman
       who shares her heart
                                     with me
                                               ,sleeps
            totally at peace,
                                    naked
                                            upon a lover’s seat;
              the bareness of her breasts
                                         falling softly
                                             on themselves,
               rising in a breath
                                      exhaled
                                          within a dream
                                                            wherein
                                                                       ,a breeze
                       comes
                         consistently
                            from a fan
                                        blowing
                                            on the floor,
                                                             a short
                                                                   distance
                                          from the door(

                        through which
                            no evil ideal
                              will ever steal
                                                or dare
                                                  disturb)

                                                                this peaceful
                                                                                Soul
                                                                         asleep
                                                                                  between
                                                    the other fan
                                                                      Who,
                                                      mysteriously
                                                                    stands
                                                                         upon
                                                                his own
                                                                  pedestal
                                                                              &
                                                                oscillates
                                             its tilted head,

                                                                   She
                                                                       dreams
                                                                                beneath
                                                                                     the breeze
                                                                                                & gaze
                                                                                         of me
                                                                                     ,as if
                                                                                       a kite
                                                                                           caught
                                                                                   in a puff
                                                                                              of wind.

 

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