Downpour In Havana
for Beatriz García Machado

almost as without breasts
as when she was born

such a big smile
intellect not at all
as little as she is

firm on her feet
as rooted as her teeth

her teeth, when she smiles
are so very pretty

my poem, if she reads
when she reads
will reveal my eyes

how they have rolled
have roved over her

her toes wet, clean,
washed in the rain
are pretty too

as her teeth are
when she warms up
warms us
when she smiles

her intellect
as clear as the sea
as the Caribbean
as the light of day

able to see for miles
when she shares
her thoughts
when we break verbs apart

like almonds
to see what’s inside
to decide


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
10:18 p.m. 30.05.08