MARIA

— Another earlier re-post. —

by
moriba sababu

touch me not only with your mind… maria… grab me too with the ache in your heart… do it now… while the fires of your passion… is all consuming… don’t wait for tomorrow… maria… leave tonight… while birds sleep… and the fragrance of our island… lies in sweet repose… slip quietly from the shores of havana… maria… away from the protective arms of your mother… cross the shark infested waters… that lie like a bottomless pit in sight of miami… the blind man’s mecca… that southern mouth of the grinning specter… who sits like zeus on mount olympus, casting necromancy spells upon islands that twinkle like fireflies on the breast of the new world… i am waiting… maria… with arms stretched wide… body enveloped in your spiritual presence… hungry for your physical form… living a simple life… within the imaginary shadow of the mountains… in this land that once belonged to the innocent… but now drips the grease… and saliva of the gluttonous… and when the new day awakens… maria… and we lie in the blanket of your perfume… let not the sulfurous air of this land intoxicate you… nor your mind be distracted by that rodent mickey… or fooled into believing the fantasies… of that striped clown ronald… for although this hamlet on the earth… sparkles and shines… maria… this land… this tarnished jewel… is not el dorado… what you see shining so bright… is the sweat on the bodies of the forgotten… who can live only for tonight… for the rising of the sun… maria… only brings to light the pantomime… that the dispossessed… and paperless foreign must face… in this land thought of as free… by those armed… who think themselves brave… but with you in my arms… maria… we can crawl from this pit… this quagmire… this loneliness… and create for ourselves… a pot of gold…

© Ralph Boothe

Published by moribascorner

Within the central heart of my writing... like the rainbow... I engender to reflect the multiple colours of man's nature... from the subtle inconsequential bland... through to a harsh biting grip, that can near tear at the soul of the eyes... yet when taken as a whole... can deliver I trust... the enigmatic elements of the rainbow... that seeks to soothe... and comfort... yet still find the illusive time... to tickle the funnybone...

6 thoughts on “MARIA

  1. Really nice but there are no mountains near Miami, maybe you should have used the crocodiles and the viciousness of the everglades instead.
    Ok I am just another smart arse, it is very nice.

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    1. The mountains are in the mind of one who has Left them back home… that is why he feels he is in the ‘shadow of imaginary mountains.’ Glad that you liked it…
      🇯🇲🏖️

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