Reflections On A Silver Ball
Ricardo Moraga Lucero, GHS Class of 1949
Returning to my starting point
took light years.
So many I knew are gone.
Where is gone?
Yet in this change
There is one constant;
The Globe Woman.
In this region there's not more
Lovely, sensuous, inspiring
elegance in pattern.
Her hair, black, blonde, crimson-copper,
In the slightest breeze becomes
A pageantry of tassels and braids.
Her eyes, mouth, voluptuous breasts, her legs,
Move men to tremble with desire,
To pamper and endeavor to possess.
Her swaying gifts,
Her shape, is a construct of
Vibrating fullness, gentleness, firmness
That slips between your hands and beneath your body.
Capable of absolute surrender, complete honesty,
total love, she can caress, consume, and crush.
A hostile bliss, all the more coveted.
The reverence and delight of David,
The fragrance of a rose,
A mystique reborn each day
with the rising sun,
Above these lofty peaks.
Conceived in passion
She dances with the wind,
in tune with time;
though the dance is brief.
She is purity,
The proof of immortality,
Created for love.
Copyright © 1994, 1995, Ricardo M. Lucero, all rights reserved.
Used with permission of author.