La lengua
by Tina Raborn
I have one, but I want another,
A little greedy perhaps.
She's my obsession, my indiscretion,
My little judgment lapse.
My first love knows that my eye wanders,
And he turns the other way,
Agreeing to share this untamed passion,
His the night, and hers the day.
I've spent many an hour pouring over
All her foreign parts.
I want to plunge into the depths
Of her naked art.
She's dark and lovely in my mouth.
Her peaks bring me higher.
I long to memorize her, mesmerize her,
La lengua, my desire.
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Author's Note
I'm not sure if it's cheating to say that this poem is about learning a second language. Of course, other interpretations are fine too. I'd love to hear some thoughts. This is a work on progress.
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Candace, though not a site member, read this and liked. She sez, "I knew exactly what you were talking about! :)"
Perhaps Candace and I share more than the love of Spanish. ;P She WOULD understand.