New Orleans

New Orleans With the glowing ruby of the evening sky came the slow, brassy music of a thousand unseen horns in the night. The mysterious dusk swirled to the melody and circled; wrapping itself around you. I saw the hovering moon bend low to kiss your open mouth. In my jealousy, I shut my eyes… only to hear the roughness of your love whispered over my tightening throat. You brought the music inside me, making it seem my own timeless rhythm. As we danced that night, the sweet fragrance of gardenias mingled with the burning glide of old brandy; the urgent moon spent her caresses, the dusk waltzed into the distance, the ruby cooled to deepest onyx and on tangled sheets, under an open window, my New Orleans was born. Anna M. Figueroa - 1996