Raindrops, scented with lilac, glide down those soft brown curls,

Hazel eyes flicker to the throb of distant drums.

Sunlight peeks through your cotton dress, revealing slender curves.

You dance with ease, swaying, turning, twirling,

I slip away, lost in your love song.

Dance sweet Angelita…dance.


Songs, fueled by desire, roll off those urgent lips,

Time stops and starts as your loving gaze turns another’s way.

Waning sunlight shadows your presence, forming a pulsing silhouette.

You dance with abandon, slashing, darting, flailing,

I slip away, lost in your love song.

Dance my sweet Angelita…dance your own way.


You come to me now in dreams and sad songs,

Or by chance, on a rare day, you don’t come at all.

I sit here waiting, lost in a love song.

Dance Angelita…dance.








About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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3 Responses to Angelita

  1. desire, longing, arousal, melancholy. should I be feeling all of this when I read these words? I do


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