Rolling R’s around your mouth
like wine, letting the sound
touch every tastebud before swallowing.
You kissed me like life is too short
to speak only one language.
We swam in the surf, deep blue
cool by the shore of Cabo San Lucas,
where ocean winds, sweet and acrid,
their the aroma like Tempranillo,
ride the waves, the way
your rolling syllables enfold me
in hints of strawberries and raspberries,
blowing kisses like the song,
Besame - Besame.
I would have studied
that verb more closely had I known
the sweetness of this language.
Alissa Sammarco uses cinematic imagery to freeze moments, evoking deep feelings. She examines the common finding the extraordinary. Her work has appeared in Sheila-Na-Gig, Black Moon Magazine, Change Seven, Quiet Diamonds, Main Street Rag, Stone Canoe, Voices in Italian Americana, Rat’s Ass Review, Evening Street Review and elsewhere. She is the author of two chapbooks, Beyond the Dawn and I See Them Now, and Moon Landing. Alissa lives and practices law in Cincinnati, Ohio. www.AlissaSammarco.com.
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