She moves slowly, wearing a gown stitched of the sea and the breeze
Green cloth, verdant stretched taught over earthly curvature
Hummingbirds follow her glance, they drink nectar at her lips
Her dress won't taste so sweet, lying still on the bedroom floor.
Sugared heat, she tastes of the gods, slick from rain
If a bird can sing so pure, she can sing, she can howl
wet, succulent, abundant, dancing to thunder's peal
The most fallow earth wrapped in such clot attracts attention.
Julio Alegra's Alegoria del Cafe, 1932
Her proud innocence, soon laid bare by man and his telescope
man, eager to taste her fruit, caress her jewels, possess her limbs
He sells her secrets, opening sanctity to strangers
Simple pawn to the sin of beauty, her dress falls to her feet
Cheaply painted, the jewel of America sells coffee
Her dress in tatters, pride battered, eyes yet bright
She runs a hand over the scarlet feather in her hair
