Iberia

Child of the Romans, child of Iberia

it's the blood

of yours that draws me in

the United States is strip malls and money 

pop culture: a brevity 

and the sight 

a vision of what could be

is that which drives me

those few moments of connection

what are they what do you expect

could I ask for more they are sweet to me

I've seen rocks and ruins of castles

I hear of gold and royalty 

warriors and priests 

and as the censer 

sways to and fro

from the words of the father

I was told:

"you will fly higher than Icarus" 

as the smoke rose

we laughed and were thrilled

baby I'm trying to avoid the fate of Sisyphus 

a land of treasure 

once owned by Rome herself

it's the blood that draws me in

should you be Isabella? no

a man and a woman enthroned

a mosaic in Ravenna 

walk in my door, to my home

the emperor, the Great

and empress, as well

they knew where she was from 

but where she would go they could not tell

he changed the laws to make her his own 

and when it came to die, they were buried 

in the purple robe

so legend has it

so long ago

such good blood 

sails the seas 

created you 

and calls to me

from behind your coffee-colored eyes 

Iberia 

Girl in a Coffee Shop Hides in Her Sweater and Chews the Sleeve, While I Write Dope Rhymes for Y'all to Read

 The page acts like it's never

been touched before

with majestic lines

and hot metaphor 

poems are a touch 

a subtle breeze 

to refresh you on a 

pleasant day 

to make life better

one must open their mind

to pentameter, iamb, and rhyme

water rolls over rocks

brown eyes 

and brown hair that curls

she was more like a doll

than a girl

dolls are pretty

but cannot speak

cannot turn

and smile and wink

they don't sit

and watch flowers bloom

or have soft lips 

or nice, round, naval cavity 

round and round 

this poem runs around 

the room

hits his head on the furniture 

while his mom vacuums

the carpet is clean

and I'm awake

here is a subtle breeze 

and a pleasant day

did you know that 

a poem is like a touch 

a handshake, kiss, or a hug?

"I can't believe he 

writes about love"

"yeah, and Vilnius is the

capital of Lithuania 

what else is new?"

other than me

touching you