Un dulce pecado mortal

Un dulce pecado mortal

/Sweet mortal sin/

Last day of my Puerto Rican
vacation, how do I leave the sun?
Last night of custard apples heat
and extra cubes of summer snow.
I was looking for an ice tea, instead
the purple of my dress melted
“Ven, baila conmigo” – his voice I met.

Two hands of caress and
the pulse of the drums on the street.
Moving feet and bodies to salsa,
leaking rhythm and the eyes of a beholder.
Into the crowded darkness he whispers
“Tu eres como un dulce pecado mortal” and I sigh.

Charged skin with imagination,
my mind engaged in infusion.
Exploring, searching for more and more.
Un espejismo sexual, how do I leave tomorrow?
Innocent girl before the dance.
Woman in his entwines and my heart whirls,
Cariño, es lo que doy, te llevo en mi corazón.

~*~*~*~*~

Custard apple – exotic fruit, called Corazon in Puerto rico/ or bulls’ heart/

Ven, baila conmigo – Come, dance with me

Tu eres como un dulce pecado mortal – You are like a sweet mortal sin

Un espejismo sexual – Sexual mirage

Cariño, es lo que doy, te llevo en mi corazón Honey is what I give, you are in my heart

 

Inspired by Juramento- Ricky Martin

Don’t ever let me go to Puerto Rico or listen to Spanish music from now on …

 

"Salsa" by gregd photography on deviantart.com

 

© 2011  Broken Sparkles


 

Libertango

Libertango

She wanted to dance, just one last time,
to grab the violin strings of Libertango,
the triumph and the spice of breaking dawn.

If only he was here, with last summer hand in hand.
If only the blue eyes could strike the crying fragrance.
The rest is all in vain, colorless and in pain.

Two steps back, high heels and the dress black.
Two steps ahead and a grip to make her sway.
Dancing tango, steps and pyre, their tango.

Slaves of the rhythm so known,
he will close the embrace, she will lead the chase,
flowing vigor and the ground walking drizzle.

She would seduce him, let all shields down,
he would follow the breath, let her rest on his chest,
and the music will veil the faces once pale.

On and off beats, on and off bodies,
wrapped legs, arms like arrows,
flash on silky lips in a horizontal move at eclipse.

And the crowd, hearts and lives on pause,
staring eyes, filling caves, stealing grace,
striving riots of somber days with hail.

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“Tango” by Tatiannna on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Libertango

Libertango

She wanted to dance, just one last time,
to grab the violin strings of Libertango,
the triumph and the spice of breaking dawn.

If only he was here, with last summer hand in hand.
If only the blue eyes could strike the crying fragrance.
The rest is all in vain, colorless and in pain.

Two steps back, high heels and the dress black.
Two steps ahead and a grip to make her sway.
Dancing tango, steps and pyre, their tango.

Slaves of the rhythm so known,
he will close the embrace, she will lead the chase,
flowing vigor and the ground walking drizzle.

She would seduce him, let all shields down,
he would follow the breath, let her rest on his chest,
and the music will veil the faces once pale.

On and off beats, on and off bodies,
wrapped legs, arms like arrows,
flash on silky lips in a horizontal move at eclipse.

And the crowd, hearts and lives on pause,
staring eyes, filling caves, stealing grace,
striving riots of somber days with hail.

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“Tango arrow” by Adel Sanoussi /Need2Argue/ on deviantart.com

 © 2010  Broken Sparkles

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