Velvet brown, heights of heavenly expectations
Reflecting depths of passionate hell,
Fringed with lash of ebony sable,
Black-ringed, burning Gypsy reflections.
I hear by searching your wandering soul,
The melody of life,
Strummed upon Castilian guitar,
Your being, your life, your whole.
Flames flicker & lick the black kholed rim,
Breathing heat of pine smoked fires,
Feet stamping flamenco beat,
Passionate tears threatening to brim.
Castanets talking in tongues of love,
Vino flowing blood-red droplets,
Upon lovers laughing lips,
God smiles down from heaven above.
Eyes of Spain, dark, hot as Andalucian sun,
Alive when day is done & night begun,
To dance & sing,
to play, To live, to love,
Until the existence of man on earth is done.
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