Babylon

Look, Susana, I see you…
in my mind’s eye,
all dressed in primavera yellow,
heavenly apparition with angel face.

Listen, Susana, I hear you…
melodious voice in imagination’s ear,
climbing octaves like a dulce niña,
filling space with harmony’s grace.

Taste, Susana, the savory air we breathe,
creating ourselves in unmeasured realities.
princesa of ancient hope, you are my Babylon,
forging rescue from this mortal dream.

Feel, Susana, the immortality I release to you.
whispered senses pulsate softly with exotic promises
through pearly strands of hair, dangling curly, then
springing, now swirling in love’s rapid stream.