Here's a poem I posted on the ALfA Blog last week in case you don't visit it regularily (you should be.)
I met a magical girl
on a dancing ground
under a star-scattered prairie sky.
She looked at me
with lust in her eyes
from then on we moved together.
Lost in Los de Abajo
we spun ourselves all around
became intoxicated with desire.
She was a complete awakening
young, sexy, smart
full of wild abandon.
There was nothing to do
but give in to Dionysius
feel the festival vibrate through each other.
I smelled her for days
heard her voice in the trees
there will always be Clareo.
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