This is a version of a poem I first composed in February 1983, when I was 19. It reveals my long-held passion for the color black, oceans, wind and the moon. It also highlights my obsession for women with long hair, especially long black hair.
Coal black,
Solid black,
Deepest darkest as the night.
I have no fear.
I feel no fright.
I see your face,
With the crescent moon’s light.
And I see your hair,
In this coal black night.
I wince through the shadows,
Your tresses glisten with streaks of blue.
A river of indigo,
It makes me coo.
I must concede,
I still lust for you.
Standing on this cliff of immense height,
I remain awed with your porcelain beauty,
And owls take flight.
Your eyes gaze wickedly delicious,
From a face so blessed and kind.
My heart thunders.
What dreams do you have in mind?
The moon we both love lingers above the sea.
I feel a surge of blood within my soul.
Are you wanting to set me free?
I still want to touch that waterfall of hair,
Hold you tight,
And assure you I really do care.
Your sapphire follicles caressed by the winds.
The onyx sky bears no cloud,
A theater of stars dancing above,
Happy and proud.
They accentuate your face,
And tumble through that mass of hair.
I reach to touch you.
But I shall not dare.
You kiss the breeze and start for the sea.
Please look back.
Do you have any love for me?
But you wince and you taunt.
Deep in my heart,
You forever haunt.
“Perhaps,” you whisper,
Coy and bright.
And I remain enamored,
On this coal black night.
© 2018 Alejandro De La Garza
Bottom image by Alex Cherry.
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