Tacos Dorados

¡Olé! She’s choosing a chunk of manchego and picking out arroz for the rice.
Now you can see her by the seafood, with the clams and cuttlefish bejeweling the ice.
She’s just the gal for pico de gallo,
Ringing a bell with peppers and peanut oil.
Off she goes to los tacos dorados.

The sands of a breadcrumb desert
Conceal the flesh of forbidden treasure.
She fries it deep,
A soul to keep
And suffocate with cheese and sour cream.

The pit of an avocado
Reminds her of the amontillado.
She bores the cork
And pours her heart
Into a sea of guacamole green.

Hooray for lemons and limes on the table! She’s serving up her life by the slice.
Now you can see her in the silver; she’s a sterling spoonful of a sugary spice.
She’s got a glow in light of the dimmer.
The stereo is spinning a spicy record:
Rocking out to los tacos dorados.

The fuse on a Roman candle,
She seeks the heat of a saucy scandal.
Her lips reveal
The sex appeal
Of chomping on chorizo cheek to cheek.

She burns to embrace a fire.
Her tongue returns for the taste acquired
To pet the red
Of a cabbage head
Then tangos with the flour in her teeth.

She peaks on the snowcapped Andes,
A shallow dish full of fluff and candies.
Vanilla bean
May be the queen
But dulce de leche is the king.

The crown is a perfect ruby.
She holds it now by the stem of beauty
And brings it near
The last frontier
Of kisses from her mamacita sting
With final lines of fruitiness to sing:
Vamanos . . .
Holy smokes . . .
Adios to los tacos dorados.