Claribel You’re a map of myths and mysteries cast in the paeans that possess me mirth dusts your face like rough diamonds on the skin of the rising Sun I can’t bask in your warm laughter without your charm etched on my mind; for example, your mouth’s a rose petal oozing peace in a time hate infests our sickly world with guns and bombs, it holds more books than a library each tooth a classic I’ll write someday I come to you, my muse, I come as a friend, lover, and man to weave this web of luscious dreams. Your…