(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.
