Monday, August 24, 2009

Sicilian girl

Looking sideways,
two black daggers.
I sense the danger. No need to talk, it says.
I chuckle and spread my irony and
my misplaced sense of curiosity.
Me, stupid white man.
The only possible thing left would be
to go there
and
strike her hair.
Sure. Like I dare to
caress a jaguar in the
wild.