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