Why I Don't Call Everyday

Why I Don't Call Everyday

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Because she has eyes
the color of greetings.

Because she has eyes
that are just the right distance apart,
but are never distant. 

Because she has lips
that are thin and smooth,
and in their movement they turn me
into baby birds:
Exuberant and chirping and thriving
off the things that come from her mouth.

Because she has legs suitable for traveling
and set my mind wandering whenever I see them.

Because she has a neck
which I would pay to leave kisses upon daily.

Because she has hair
that thrives on a lack of discipline.

Because she has skin
the same color and texture as the warmth
that I keep within me whenever our knees touch
and neither of us moves away.

Because she has a beauty
that is made luminescent by heat
and becomes more oppressive than the humidity.
A beauty
like Remedios.

Because some days I see her
and can't bring myself to look away.

© 2011


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Added on March 10, 2011
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