Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "Monika della Luna."
HIPS sway, swathed in silk wraps,
nubile, and exotic eyes
that speak pain,
defiance and TORN rain,
glides, a phantasm: Monika della Luna.
Latin, sinew, movement;
traffic pauses
CHOKED on its own pollution of thoughts without/
too dark to fathom
...on Monika della Luna.
And an AGE of Soul
conveyed to her one child
without who
she would drift into Purgatory?
A phantasm: Monika della Luna.
...She mouths, "I love U."
Blows me a goodnight kiss
then switches on the Red Light;
A phantasm!
Monika della Luna...
c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in sicily-modica.
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