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."