At a distance, your image emerges in my mind
like the defining strokes on a painting.
I see your eyes being outlined
allowing me to dwell in the deep emotions and movements of your
personal symphony; at times, the towering peak of a mountain, powerful
and distant yet enticing to be conquered;
at times the conquering resolution of a big cat
resolved to enjoy with her prey;
at times the tender innocence of a child requesting protection,
only to surprise, as tenderness turns to passion
in a never ending kaleidoscope of emotions to be shared.
I see your skin being defined
its magical texture discretely glowing, a refreshing sight to be chanted:
dawn, midday or night, naked or dressed, displaying a parade of subtle colors
inviting to be painted and caressed.
I see your movement emerging
strength and precision in the undulating movement of a very feminine soul;
your outgoing spirit, forever in movement,
enacting your unique daily dance.
Abstract elements of a figure whose details may vanish a distance
but whose striking features paint a portrait in my mind
forever awakening a deep rooted sentiment
of non erodible love.
Ennio con ocasión de los 40 años de Gloria
The National Library of Poetry, Washington, D.C.