SERRANILLA 2008

FROM my cozy little hut, I took
to the local Market to buy and look,
sadness on my heart shook,
there the roads were snowy and wet,
I veered off, a boy-toy I met:
from Sandy, with a digital camera next to him,
there in his room I found him.

On an un-made bed, the juvenile sat,
with his dimpled smile, he looked like an army brat,
innocent to look at, I watched him eat:
my eyes, not believing, he never touched the camera next to him,
there in his room I found him.

I don’t recall the snow being lovely
bitter cold, half begrudgingly:
my heart must steer away from such a lad,
this winter, it could go utterly mad,
from Sandy, with the digital camera next to him,
I have not totally gone awry,
that it’s mating-call may become justified.

I questioned him: to know what he thought:
“This have you sought?”
He grinned and said, “If chasing you have come,
my eyes see right through you scum:
but he who you seek, and have yet to find;
his heart is free; together you both will bind,
here with the digital camera inclined.”