Naked she stood before me, her eyes glistening
with youthful Hispanic desire and the elegance
of her people wrapped in New York 77th Street silk
and I broke my heart as I knew I could not satisfy
that what was given freely.
I shuddered as the eleven thirty seven rays of sunshine
hit the window that hid the opulence that blinded
me temporarily to the disease that wanted to be shared
like a needle holding a myriad of confessions
and the straight jacket of conformity.