Spring/Summer 1994, Volume 11.2
Poetry

RICHARD WIMAN

Mujer Cubana

Cuban woman ancient and sensuous
dances to African rhythms,
drumbeats like raindrops crescendo
in the coming storm.
Gold in swollen purple
pummel on corrugated steel.
Love tears, mascara smears,
shivering red lips exhale
dreams through a see-through veil
upward fleeting in the humid night.
Long uneven breaths,
she embraces a nameless man.
Communion taken,
his flesh, his blood.