we thought it a bordello at first
but the name is actually for the seven female dogs
panting and drooling over our naked toes
on the cool blue tiles of the inner patio
where we drifted over Margarita icebergs
singing with the whales
all afternoon
uno mas por favor
under painted stone arches
perros bailando
crude but Ohhhh
so much better than the poker playing canines
my grandmother proudly hung on her parlor wall
without a trace of irony
I thought of you today
before dawn
as I was torn from sleep again
by the barking, crowing soundtrack to the Mexican dream
Sabes que te extrano?
you are far enough away to wake in peace
tienes suerte
but you do not see these torrid colours
around every corner
and you don’t have me
missing you
any more
cola entre mis piernas
sweating
howling
~~~~~~
Photograph and poem by Clinock
This one had some surprises! Well done!
surprised me too – thank you Jo Nell
John I really love this photograph. It looks like it could be from a movie set ….until I read your poem. That places everything into perspective and perfectly “paints” the scene. I want to enter those doors! Excellent…..thank you!
De nada senor
I loved following the story in this poem. The painting sets the scene perfectly. Very, very nice, John.
The “painting” is actually a photograph Debra but I agree, it is quite painterly. Thank you for your kind words
It’s beautiful!
thank you
The photo and words had me feeling a deep longing to be there, just simply be. Then I felt your heartache…
Si, el corazon es fragil