Like the viagara sold at the local farmacia
you promise to arouse and gratify.
La Paz, ciudad de mucho caliente
You stir my internal senses with
passionate purples
magical magentas
I recline in your soft salty breeze
drinking in the peace and abundance
foreshadowed en su nombre
your tumble-down buildings
hold me in bygone times
massaging me with
unkempt fingers
unkempt fingers
seducing me
persuading
me to
question
me to
question
Where?
When?
I really love the nuances that Spanish adds to your poem, let alone that amazing photo! How seductive La Paz becomes by the end of the poem! Very nice!
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