by Rosana Garcia

You unravel me as your eyes undress me.
You whisper and the breath of it blooms
warmth on my neck, my spine, my skin.
I fight, resist, push you away, but I don't
want you to stop. You tempt me skillfully:
a finger traced secretively on my wrist,
a kiss to the cheek lingering a little long
a lustful gaze, slipping up, down, inward,
a promise of something better, more than I
have ever had. You know my weaknesses,
take advantage of ever yone: your words
are bits of poetry in Spanish, that musical
language of my homeland, you lead me
through a slow salsa dance, your eyes burn
with magical power, movements gracefully
suggesting the smoothness of other, more
intimate movements. You unravel me and
one day I will no longer be able to say no.

(c) 2007 understar productions and Rosana Garcia

See my visual poetry piece for this poem here.