Velvet-soft touch,
a rainbow sunrise,
naïve smiles
reflected in your eyes.
Caribbean lightning,
words written in sand,
goosebumps rising
up my arm, down my hands.
Tropical jungle,
a caressing breeze,
sun-kissed freckles
spilling over me.
Sweat-drenched longing,
a turquoise bay,
your quiet glance
burning like fate.
Scorching sunlight,
hunger in flames,
a mariachi chorus
dancing 'round the blaze.
Spanish murmurs —
'Vamos al bar',
your family waits
with mezcal in a jar.
Bare feet wandering,
a crimson sky,
the sea kisses shells
the tide leaves behind.
Seductive darkness,
a star-scattered dome,
the high-risen moon
spins legends of home.
A gentle touch,
chestnut-brown eyes,
beneath the palms,
desire comes alive.
Laughing gulls,
a tide that won’t part —
and in this sand
I bury my heart.
June 17, 2025 – 'Egy mexikói fiúhoz' translation
written for Johnny.
