The Bachata Singer
written by: Elaine Nadal
Five planets are visible tonight.
I am still– a loose thread,
a tuneless shell.
He sings with a broken wing
–con sentimiento.
The stage is his sky.
His song, blood red like a ruby star,
intoxicates the room, dimly lit
with wanderers like me–
disenchanted souls
looking for wine.
The guitar cries
crimson rays,
turning sorrow into suspiro.
It tastes like tomorrow.
I awaken:
“Let me touch you.
Bachatéame, Papí.”
AUGUST 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net-nominee, Elaine Nadal is the author of two poetry chapbooks: When and Sweat, Dance, Sing, Cut, published by Finishing Line Press. Her work has appeared in several journals, including Beyond Words Literary Magazine, Haunted Waters Press, Hoot Review, Grasslimb, and Latino Book Review Magazine.
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