She spoke to me, carefully,
and the world stopped
as I watched her angular words
trip rhythmically from her lips.

I thought of another girl
she too from Buenos Aires
who flitted through my life
in those years of fading innocence.

We drank coffee for hours
happily lost in translation
dreaming of tonight
and the months we’d then be sharing.

She took me home in the rain
and to bed
earthy scents, salt and heat
pressing through my veins.

Her long dark hair spilled
gracefully across my pillow
as she turned her shadowed back 
to an affair that wasn’t to be.