Para mi Querida

She holds the world in her eyes
Like a crystal ball, her irises
Contain firmaments, her pupils dilate
Like night
In its edges I see horizons
Like a sailor looking out at sea
And knowing shelter

Her eyes have a way
Of gleaming gray, like the moon
At midnight, or the shade
Of first snow, and I,
A silent servant to her stare,
Settle in them,
Like a stray warming to fire

My girl gives me soft smiles
Like a child caressed by the sun
Soft as the promise of heaven
Or dandelion heads in spring

Her laugh is the echo of dreamers
Long lost in confusions
And I, submissive witness,
Relish in it like an artist
That hasn’t known failure,
A kid that hasn’t met pasts

I have made my girl tremble,
Her hips raise like tsunamis,
Soaking everything it touches
Like a determined wave
Her thighs, strong as columns,
Respond to my touch
Like the wind to birds’ wings,
Or a cry to its sorrow

And my girl wears T’s
Like a baseball player,
And her hair is a mane
Too careless to tame
And her heart thumps like thunder
Her eyes glow like rain
And her laugh speaks in tongues
Like churches at Christmas

My girl starts to giggle
When I say “I love you”
Her grays tend to swell
Like sunflowers in bloom
And I, still as mirrors,
Am a blind recovering sight
Rapt by the power
Of a woman unflawed