Your rolled over in bed this morning
A lazy kitten, all long legs and feline sleepiness
One of my old T-shirts hitched above your thighes
Your dark eyes rising like the moon opening over the ocean
Holding my face in your gaze
And you whispered, "Take me to Spain."
You on the back of my Harley again.
Legs straddling the saddle
Your arms wrapped around me like soft vines
Your cheek against my shoulder
As the sun-parched yellow plains where Cervantes rode
And Picasso strode
And the green hills where Pablo and Maria and Pilar hid
Whisk out under our wheels.
Take you to Spain.
Then would you laugh again?
Would I find the warmth of that Spanish sun
Again in your dark executioner's eyes?
I hitched my head across the deep white pillow and kissed your cheek
Maybe for the last time - we never know
I'll take you to Spain, baby.
But what I said was, "I'll put the coffee on."