| Two Love Poems
Of Archers, Olives, Plums and my Lady
Lorca says there are
fine archers in Sevilla,
I say there are fine horses
in Cordoba, Ronda has bulls with horns
sharp as razors, and in
Los Corallas there are olives
the size of plums
that make the finest of olive
oils, oils that are as smooth
as my lady's skin, especially
the skin around the tips
of her breasts, and her mouth
as sweet as the plums
and oranges of Granada, and
the arrows
from her heart into mine
as true as the archers of Sevilla
© Sam Hamod, dec. 6, 2005
Cutting Through Clouds
it's as if
the sun breaks through, no
matter how thick
clouds congregate, it shoots
its rays, through even
the slightest chance,
its spires shine through
the way you
slice past
the plain-ness
of each day, bringing
with you
a sun
in each sparkle
of your eyes
© Sam Hamod, Nov. 5, 2005
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