He taught me how to say
“pares”
and bade me repeat it back to him, so I would know how–
Pares
means stop
along the beautiful coast of Catalunya
where the sea is so generous,
her salty
warm embrace
holds one like a lover,
her eyes fixed upon the stars
but,
as he said the word, he breathed it against my neck,
his fingers, firm and coaxing
the tides of climax between my thighs,
the full brimming moon,
and lips so soft and wet, and all around us such
Sí Sí Sí— I
who wouldn’t stop
so sweet a sound
as my own music
found it took
me
a
very long time
to summon breath
for
speech.
