2004Jan22 (Poem)
Thursday

Indeterminate

Veritable attributes
Of the queen of cups
Found in every woman
A word of hope
In a lexicon of sex
Is flirtation
Anticlimactic
Because
She’s not here

Like each sparkle
In every eye
Emanates from her
And I have walked
Trudged across a spectrum
From ‘anyone’ who will
To here where I know there will be one
And while now there are many
Soon there will be no one else
And my soul will be fulfilled

Leticia, I miss you.