MARIA CORAZON

By Ilving Tabios-Zamora

Because I cannot touch your heart

I look at your face: Your brows arc like rainbows

The socket of your eyes tender like your mouth

Because I cannot cuddle your hair

I savor its sight: Drizzling tendrils of black silk

Highlighted with gold and bronze

Because I cannot kiss your lips

I hug your smiles: They lilt like a candle flame's glow

Touch like a summer breeze

Because I cannot put you in my arms

I catch your shadow: In make-believe I find relief

In the dark of night I wank with lustful delight

Alas, I can never own you . . .

Caress then, Beloved, my sweet sorrow

Weave the verses of my poems

Hum the melody of songs

Again, tonight, I shall dream of you! # # #