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Indira

Endearing Indira in those platform shoes,

a slip of a girl in a flowing skirt,

with dark chocolate hair and caramel skin.

Eyes so large and liquid they captured me,

and I melted each time I dared to look in them.

I will never forget how I always blushed

whenever you were near,

or how a single smile from you,

made all the difference in my day.

I remember how we talked of poetry,

during pauses in self-defense class.

We both loved Neruda and Borges,

and promised to share our own poems.

My heart still flutters when I think of your voice,

smooth and silky, undulating over the words,

as you read "Puedo escribir los versos m�s tristes,"

and I sighed with you at the end.

I felt the excitement only a crush can feel,

to learn we enjoyed the same music,

and shared an interest in theatre.

I only wish I could have seen you on stage,

you must have sparkled as you always do.

I was always drawn to that confidence,

which gave you the charisma of a leader.

I will never forget that night at the dance,

that red shirt you wore,

revealing the bronzed contours of you back.

I trembled when you said yes,

and let me teach you the waltz.

My pulse raced as we danced,

your slender hands entwined with mine.

My arm around your slim waist.

I remember walking along the river at night,

and playing together in the fountain,

that purple balloon you found and loved,

and the violet I gave you to match it.

Sitting outside the coffee shop later,

nibbling chocolate off your spoon,

I shivered as I tasted its sweet richness,

the closest my lips would ever come to touching yours.

I will never forget that night at the gay bar,

drinking an ocean of Sex Water and laughing.

You in a red bandana, looking like some cute gangster,

We danced to all the fast club tunes,

your body twisting and swiveling close to me.�

You were energy on the dance floor.

I had to restrain my passion,

and censor my words and my hands.

But then came that last, slow song,

and you consented to dance with me.

I held you close and reveled in the feeling,

of your body pressed close to mine.

We moved in liquid motion, softly swaying,

the whole world seemed to slow,

and shrink to just the two of us.

My head was bent down next to yours,

strands of dark hair veiled my eyes.

The graceful curve of your bare shoulder,

the gentle rise and fall of your breath,

became all my world in that shining moment.

My lips brushing against your skin,

and in my warm and swimming thoughts,

I felt like you were mine.

Your sweet body in my embrace.

My girl, pressed softly in my arms.��

I will never forget that suspended moment.

A thousand stars sparkled in my vision.

I looked at the other couples dancing,

and knew I was the luckiest person in the room,��

because I was there with you.

I will always remember after the dance,

when we sat talking in your car,

for hours after everything had closed.

I learned then your past and your dreams,

and felt the warmth of friendship,

in spite of the cold that night.

I will never forget that you offered your sweater,

and I wrapped myself up in its softness,

or that you let me kiss your cheek,

when it was time to go home at dawn.

And I will always remember our graduation,

and saying goodbye that final time.

I never even got to read your poems,

nor did you have the chance to see mine,

but this one is for you, dear Indira,

because I will never forget.

In my dreams, we stand alone in a dance hall,

"May I have this dance?"

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