Xavier
Xavier was black
and six foot five,
sinewy and hard,
like a boxer
his mother tongue Spanish
sweet,
yet strong on his lips
like cane sugar and cigars
he drew me in
like a gypsy moth to the
flame
"Have some
Cuba libra,
listen to reggae, and samba,
salsa.
The tango is very beautiful, don’t
you agree?
Erotic and sensual,
and hot,
hot like Caribbean nights."
drunk with desire
north and south
the eternal dance
dancing itself into
ecstasy
forbidden fruit
dancing itself into ecstasy
Donna Bamford is currently living in London,
Ontario though she spent a year traveling after second year Honours
English at the University of Toronto and saw 22 countries in 11 months.
Much of her writing is about her travel experiences as she also lived in
Greece ,and Paris and London, England in the late seventies. She is a teacher
of English as a second language as well a freelance journalist and has
written three children's books and is working on her first novel "My
Villa in Tuscany." She has recently published poetry on the internet
in Electric Acorn and Scriberazone as well as an essay entitled "Winter in Paris"
in an ezine called Another Toronto Quarterly. A poem entitled "Memories of Afghanistan"
was published by a magazine called Qwerty this Spring by the University
Email: Donna Bamford
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