Flamenco Sketches

She cries out to me that sad beseachment.  Quiet sublime; like Mile's soft horn on flamenco sketches.  A woman crying out to be held to be had, the sadness behind every smile.  The way "I love you" means I just don't want to be alone anymore.  But in the sadness of eternity with the full moon in perfect view, she was mine, and yet; I was still alone.