Sunday, May 31, 2009

The Haunted Ones



You like the haunted ones, don't you?

You like Maricela at midnight

With her black mantilla

And a red rose.


No Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm for you--

You like ravens, not robins;

Dropping your sewing and rushing outside

Whenever the storm flags go up.


She speaks only Spanish

And you speak only English

But you both eat meat always and only on Fridays

And laze through each torpid Sunday morning after everyone has gone,

Passing understanding

From her tongue to yours,

Lighting each other like yellow candles

In the unsanctified hour

That hurries past like a prayer card in a

Sudden and unexpected wind.

__________

9 comments:

Riot Kitty said...

Very sexy and beautiful :)

Pouty Lips said...

Blush. That's all I have to say.

pheromone girl said...

I do drop my sewing and rush outside whenever a storm brews.... but I think Scarlet is the closest thing to Spanish. Does Cuban count?

Kristin H. said...

I have never given much credence to "blondes have more fun."

It is the dark ones that are like cosmic black holes. The most powerful things in the universe; that once something is sucked into their force field, there is no saving them.

Kay said...

Well, it does make life much more exciting, doesn't it? Love the exotic touch here.

Scarlet said...

Que maravilla, Chica...hasta la foto esta bella. :)

Mama Zen said...

We ravens thank you.

T said...

Oh this was very sexy and exotic!!

Daryl said...

Definitely no Rebecca's please!