My Desire

bring the beautiful flower to me

it is my desire

it is the sum of all things in this minute

of all things

it is the striking sound

of a breeze repeating in frail leaves

all around me leaves reveal

a season nameless desiring

waiting for the lightest caress

let today be the day when paths cross

when a smile used but once

fans the flames of a sun in bare fields

a fog rising from dampened earth

a shimmering puddle of desire

shaking off the wings

of darkly nervous

birds

jppestana

My Desire

11.26.2020

Spanish Dance

slowly the crow lower than ever overhead

shed the remaining rays of day

their wings move thick air pulse

the boy in him lies in the same place he was born

lies in the subtle disguising dim but wonders out loud

stares into the flood of blue space

bridges collapsing in the stream

this is the distance in him speaking

this is the travel of one

freely fearlessly he dances dances

at last ecstatic he applauds

there is no one to hear

no one to see

the last of this

his spanish

dance

JP Pestana

Spanish Dance

11.22.2020