An Ode to La Marimacha

I post so many of my own thoughts;
things that haunt me...
I write about so many of my own
feelings; things that move me...

I think its time that I share a bit of poetry written about
me.

Please embrace the powerful words my dear friend,
Regina Alexander:

Marla

I saw her
out of the corner of my right eye.
A glance, the most radiant
seduction known only as
brief encounter.
On this worn barstool at this
devastatingly over crowded loneliness
known only as ‘the bar’. Fake people.
They always tell you not to
pick people up in bars. They who?
I guess I think that the rule
didn’t apply to me, that or, I
wasn’t listening anyway.
Moments passed before our
introduction. Shy, dramatic
combination of attraction.
The richest shade of cocoa
brown hair, honey skin – she owned
The softest gaze, tranquil and
defiant. I dove into her gates.
Those that so many are discouraged
from, why I moved, so determined
to understand this force of
energy?
The rows of brilliant teeth,
the deliberately separate lines
of precious rose-petal soft
lips. That spread into smile
automatically to allow earth to
witness this informant tone
of voice.
She, so foreign, intrigues me.
Lengths of thick romantic
curls – hair- playground to
my curious fingertips.
Why our unexpected treasure
of chance meeting? Je ne sais pas.
But we’ve evolved. So much
more deeply rooted now then
imagined – hard to just
walk away from comfortability.