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Herencia Latina (Villanelle) by Ranger

A red light shows what I cannot control Tapping rhythmic breaths, my voice and yours attune Strong lines beneath my sliding touch, your soul Your heritage upon my fingertips as they cajole Soft murmurings, exotic dusk falls soon A red light shows what I cannot control Tanned stomach rising, whispering parole Trembling on my hips with white scars hewn Strong lines beneath my sliding touch, your soul Slender neck so toned - a tense viole In the burning shadow of that blazing lune- A red light shows what I cannot control Silence shatters, blooming from a dark-staved scroll Curving cries encircle this typhoon Strong lines beneath my sliding touch, your soul With the beauty of this Latin song extolled I recall a smiling girl one spanish June As red light shows what I cannot control Strong lines beneath my sliding touch, your soul

Ranger 1-Jun-06/9:40 AM
I gathered it's been quiet recently. A shame really, when I left people were starting to talk again. I had to take the time out to revise though, there wasn't really any other option. All done now though, so I'll have the time to liberally sprinkle comments, useful or not, all over peoples' lovingly-tended work.

Lune was entirely intentional but I'll wait to see what other people think before giving the game away with this one. Glad you like it, I could do with having a bit of poetic fun now.




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