National Poetry Month is almost over

Yep, NPM is nearly over, and my whole poem-a-day idea has been a wash. I did find a lot of great poems, though. Maybe I'll just share them as the mood strikes me. I'm discovering I'm not real good at the whole follow through thing. Oh, well.

I chose this month's last poem because I actually know the artist and it's very sensual and evocative. So there.

Philly Treat

by -Walsh

Fingertip across
my bottom lip
and I think of my mother's salsa:
cebollas
y cilantro
lying among fragrant folds
of deep red tomatoes
and chiles,
made with love
and Mexican soul…
Ay, esta salsa!
I murmur
as the conductor
bellows 30th St. Station!
while the R5
sighs with relief
and slides to a stop.
Fingertip to hip
and I check the smooth schedule
in my pocket
and wait,
Wait!
Mira, este Papi Chulo!
toasted almond,
syrup swirled butter pecan,
sweet, sensual brother
swaggering down the aisle
to the seat in front of me…
he meets my gaze,
smiles
then sits.
Fingertip back to lip
and I think about
salsa
y merengue, Ay!
hands holding hands
hands across backs
hands on hips
hips swaying back and forth
and back…
I lean forward,
tap, tap, tap with my fingertip,
lick my bottom lip
and wait to meet this Philly treat
who so rudely interrupted thoughts
of my mother's salsa.