A Miracle for Breakfast
: Elizabeth Bishop
At six o'clock we
were waiting for coffee,
She was honey haired and slender,
Flawed perfection in a navy spotted dress.
French lipped saudade, Spanish hipped sensuality.
Mapping the curves of her body, we danced,
Chavela Vargas sang softly in the foreground.
Constellations cried as we danced through the night,
That sad soft music guiding us.
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