A Poem dedicated to a very young woman from Peru based in part on the song ?La Flor De La Canela? by Chabuca Granda.



Oh, let me tell all ye gents

bout Melba, she who was

my cinnamon flower

and do permit thine ears

to take charm from

my tale of female

earthly beauty

to surpass a deity

Oh, let me for it might have

been but dream

of the lady on the bridge

over the old river

visions that require

not slumber but my ever

present longing for

the one Melba

My Melba, oh ye

of Jasmine pelt

how my heart

felt a dagger

when I saw the rose

that pose upon thine

face in ye swagger

of woman so sure

to regal grace

as cinnamon flower

My Melba strut by

audacious to all

in delivering haughty

delicacy for all to take

scent of cinnamon flower

from her bosom

My Melba, it was

from bridge of perfume

that legs so sensual

transported her

through lanes dazed

by rhythm of thighs

for even breeze whispered

its admiration which she

bowed not at

My Ariseli Passes By High Above As Condor

A poem written to a lovely dark lady from Peru, inspired by both my memories of her and the melody ?El Condor Pasa?.

Ariseli, like condor passing by

thine majestic figure of sexual

female does so above many

who be all in ye

flight of delight

over Andes so high

Ariseli Indian woman

of utmost passion in ye be

all of seduction

from thine skin a mocha

to taste ye lady of honey

Ariseli black be mane on ye

crowning thee

oh, Amazon queen

as night of mystery bewitching

on thine admirer in me

whilst kiss from thee on he

who be but pawn to yee pleasure

Ariseli Indian lady

waves of ocean soar

over our bodies

while acts of carnality rage

like storm within and around

for we be but adrift

on tidal wave of purest desire