Such a lonely song
keeps riffing through my head
tells a story
of love won
and love lost
and sought to be
won again
A Spaniard in matador
dress sets the stage
the mood is Trompe-l’œil
nothing’s real
though everything
matters
triplets cascade
to tell
the story
slip
slide
away
liquid phrases
melt in caramel
another time
when the world
was want
bulky caravan
advances
on the
sirocco
make love
here in the sand
in the overlooked dunes
are you really concerned babe
about what they’ll say
when it’s just me and you
facing new days?
love
reeks
strong
© Carlos Chagall, 2013