
You sang to me like I matter. The notes that came out of your sweet mouth,
Wrapped themselves around my soul.
Your voice drifted lazily in the air around me,
Lightly teasing my ears.
The Spanish lyrics pierced my spirit even though
I haven’t a clue what they all meant.
Those dark inquisitive eyes were searching for . . . love, lust, the meaning of life? Hell I don’t know.
I might have been hoping. Un poco. Then you reminded me.
Ours is a relación simple.
We’ve already agreed it’s what must be.
We don’t want the messiness, the desorden.
That comes when two people get too close.
(Whew! Dodged a bullet there for sure.)
But don’t worry. I can be fun and flirty like Meg Ryan.
I shall keep it light, fácil, mi amor.
No deep attachments allowed here, bucko!
My heart is protected.
Mi corazon esta protegido. - LAE
*Photo courtesy of Pixabay/MaliAroestiPhotography
About the Creator
L.A. Eaton
Author, writer, editor, book reader, lover of coffee, wine, and mole sauce, photo taker, convinced that hay rolls move on their own.



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