Flamenco (poem)

(Inspired by my recent trips to Spain and Portugal, I wrote a couple of poems describing snapshots of my experiences there. Here’s the first one for you; enjoy!).

Flamenco (for Madrid)

After a couple of copas
of sangria, we watch
her sanguine dress spin fire
to the guitarist’s touch,
carnal, under fingers that burn
with each hearbreak.

Her eyes are green like olives,
savory to the sight as
we feast eyes on black heels
striking wood, polished against
polished that shine like sweat
that moves with each step,
each twist
and twirl to the tune
of a lover’s pain
on a lover’s night, meant for
caressing skin between seams
under the floor lights.

— The Finicky Cynic

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