Smells:
small, Spanish sweeties.
delicasies of limited variety
but unlimited yumiety.
dough and fresh frosting,
chocolate and vainilla.

and a girl behind the counter
so lovely and sweet
you´d think she´d shat these
little golden bundles of grandness
out herself.

"Do you make these?"
I ask in odd, hesitant Spanish.
"No," with a shy shake of her head
and a smile so warm
and soft I just wanna make
donuts with her all day long.
that perpetual grin,
sweeter and more inviting than
the insides of any of
these pastries.
dark caramel hair,
creamy butterscotch skin,
young grenadine lips.
Mmmmmmm.

she asks simple questions
I still don´t understand,
making her smile smile smile.
"should I wrap this for you?"
"what? I´m sorry."
smile smile point point.
"would you like a bag?"
any other time, I might
feel like an idiot.
but I´m enjoying
every second with her,
every second of that adorable,
addictive smile,
so succulent I can
almost taste it.

I leave with a thanks
and a grin,
and an "hasta luego"...
y luego.
y luego.
y luego.

09/15/2009

Author's Note: 9/13/09. after scrumptious smiles and a chocolate donut. and my first Spanish rain.

Posted on 09/15/2009
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