Olga Garcia
no one knows the color of my panties
their blues a camouflaged secret
basmati with cardamon and saffron
–an erotic dance in my nostrils–
Arabic English Spanish
mingle around the kebab.
mint grape leaves and baklava
thrash away my despair
an oasis of jasmine and orange blossoms
ravished by a golden cooked light
as we are introduced
his hand ignites the Lilith in me
his neck an offering of psalms to kiss
his mouth an act of honey and sweet almonds
the Song of Songs a tunic on me as i hear his voice
fate——his sensual eyes on me!
Olga Garcia was born and raised in Torreón, México. A Physics and Mathematics major, she writes poetry in English and Spanish. Her work has been published in local and international anthologies.A member of the Advisory Board of San Diego Writers Ink, she lives seven minutes away from the Tijuana-San Diego border.
