Ode to a Girl

Her love burns like rum on fire,

Poured to café e hielo, a savory carajillo,

Gold is her color, like a necklace caught on an outlet pyre,

If only sentimientos eran sencillos.

Her brilliant mind is sweet as honey wine,

Flushed are our cheeks, absent of faux,

Her laugh is warm like brandy scented with pine,

Warm like the deathly sleep that takes one in the snow.

All I feel burns to smoke tendrils wreathing,

Burns from the embers of this beating thing in my chest,

I am caught in the tide of her breathing,

The soft rise and fall of her breast.