i still admire her as i used to admire a flower,
i still dream of her as only the muses dream
to the stars, and beyond
still,
she seems quite aerial,
pretty, neat in that little red dress
mulatto,
i admire how she curves, how burns like a firework
on her high heels,
elegant,
looks strong like a sultan,
attractive as in the "dolce&gabbana" commercials
looks like she knows what she's doing,
i admire her like a fool and wonder:
will she let me touch her zipper,
to draw butterflies on her belly button,
to let her fly free like a monarch again
on a distant island to dream of spring-waters, and
gather wild flowers with hair in the wind,
to be the mistress of the winds
