Wordplay for my Havanera

These words flow,
As I channel Hemingway, Shakespeare and Neruda,
Closing my eyes so I can see and flutter,
Fingers dancing across the keys,
As loudly Puccini beckons forth,
To take that chance,
Deliverance,
Against convention,
Not like Che captured in Korda’s now infamous picture,
Instead like Comandante,
Trying to seize the Havana of my soul,
And gleefully celebrating,
What I have always known,
And only now can reveal,
Here,
For you,
In this sweet romance.

SDM