OJOS NEGROS, PIEL CANELA
Everything is new and familiar
while you're entering the room
Eyes dark and skin of cinnamon
in the first evening light
Your lips taste like
strawberries in Spring
Your hands carrying
the fragrance of dinner
prepared in the kitchen
celery, parsley and thyme
There is no more than all
around us and a song
of Nat King Cole
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