Flor de agosto
Poeta que considera el portal su segunda casa
Salt of the earth
savory spice,
exotic condiment,
saffron of life.
You have simmered
gently in my heart,
a lifetime of love,
a sort of culinary art.
You tenderized and soften
the fibers of my structure,
yet thickened the consistency
of my stirred emotions.
Thus I am solid,
condensed, and firm,
because of the essence
you left within;
a better version of whom I had been.
You delicately seared
and fused yourself in me,
and quietly developed a secret recipe
with all the ingredients
from your heart’s library.
Mixing carefully in the tureen
of the life we created, you and me.
With fork and spoon
and your hand to stir
together we tasted
our love as a prayer.
Respect, admiration,
passion, delight,
devotion and tenderness,
and a smidgen of feist;
a dash of spice,
a pinch of salt,
the scent of herbs
to serve as balm.
But then you vanished
from this tureen
you rose like a vapor
leaving your essence within.
My salt of the earth,
my savory spice
my exotic condiment
saffron of my life.
While the heat was high
and the taste matured
you left all the memories
in my heart secured;
with the depth of flavors
that only you can hold,
a recipe concocted
all the lifelong.
For Titi Maria, may she rest in peace; inspired by my uncle Tony’s love for her.
savory spice,
exotic condiment,
saffron of life.
You have simmered
gently in my heart,
a lifetime of love,
a sort of culinary art.
You tenderized and soften
the fibers of my structure,
yet thickened the consistency
of my stirred emotions.
Thus I am solid,
condensed, and firm,
because of the essence
you left within;
a better version of whom I had been.
You delicately seared
and fused yourself in me,
and quietly developed a secret recipe
with all the ingredients
from your heart’s library.
Mixing carefully in the tureen
of the life we created, you and me.
With fork and spoon
and your hand to stir
together we tasted
our love as a prayer.
Respect, admiration,
passion, delight,
devotion and tenderness,
and a smidgen of feist;
a dash of spice,
a pinch of salt,
the scent of herbs
to serve as balm.
But then you vanished
from this tureen
you rose like a vapor
leaving your essence within.
My salt of the earth,
my savory spice
my exotic condiment
saffron of my life.
While the heat was high
and the taste matured
you left all the memories
in my heart secured;
with the depth of flavors
that only you can hold,
a recipe concocted
all the lifelong.
For Titi Maria, may she rest in peace; inspired by my uncle Tony’s love for her.
