barcelona stays with me
cool on the back of my neck
gaudi has left all of his calculated sensuality
along the curbs and between the bricks
and i rush like a child from peice to peice
enchanted
his creamy marble still chills my palms
and his great arched ribs still bend my spine
back in awe to swallow it all
my tongue still tastes paella
and i still hear the relentless pounding
of dancers' heavy shoes on stone
my eyes are still heavy
and they rest against the lines of las meninas
my adulation is cemented.
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