Spanish Rose

I waltzed out with my Spanish rose
Amidst the parfum d’bougainvillea,
And the snappish tang
Of the ginger in my nose,
My rose,
We caressed,
We tangoed,
Beneath the tamarindo,
Drunk within ourselves
Obsessed,
As the parrots screamed
And the fireflies glowed.

My dark Spanish rose,
I plucked you then
Like a minstrel caballero
I arpeggioed your stem
Your Spanish thorn pricked my finger,
And my blood ran
Like the Red River
Little bloody soldier,
I buried him in your petals
My perfect Spanish gem
And you shivered
As I crimsoned you
Like the morning dew
You shook,
As you always do
And we tangoed
Beneath the tamarindo
We caressed
Though you said no
I drew breath from your mouth
Obsessed
My hands in your dress
As the parrots screamed
And you begged me,
“yes”.

I sailed out with my dark Spanish rose
Yes, we sailed upon my sloop
As the tropic moon arose
Toward St. Lucia
On a sea that pulsed
Like a beating heart
Off the coast of Aguadilla
The stars were far apart
While the old moon glowed brown
And your Spanish hair
Came tumbling down
Sang gaily in the breeze
As we flew
You hugged your knees
And the playful flying fish
Made fishy silver arcs
All was then
And then was just the start

How the Spanish magic filled the air
My rose,
Amidst the bougainvillea,
And the snappish tang
Of the ginger in my nose,
We caressed,
We tangoed,
Beneath the tamarindo,
Drunk within ourselves
Obsessed,
As the parrots screamed
And the fireflies glowed.