Two Loves

Two Loves


I slept with another last night
His soul completely altered my dreams
Feeling truly cherished, desired, and utterly affected
I’ve discovered a whole new world of literature
Jose Ma. Arguedas and Cesar Vallejo among others

It’s like Neruda said: “They took our gold,
And they left us gold…They left us words.”
These like unique gems adorn the soul
Gems inherent of the region, cultivated with such
Precision of searing passion, seething rage, and acute ache

Like daggers they stab the heart, no one spared
So much feeling imbued in those lines, I can’t help but sigh
Yet, men have the advantage of the muse
Women who for millenniums have driven men to distraction,
Lovesickness, ecstasy, and bottomless despair

Yet some men are astute and intuitive... they know how
To touch us intimately in such a way as to disarm any protest
As Balzac cunningly wrote: “Woman is so grateful when she
Meets a man knowledgeable about the whims of her heart…
To be entertained and to be understood.” That is what we want

Where have you been Vallejo? I had to travel to Trujillo
To meet you. I am so glad…so thankful
I admit I was a time engrossed with Cosmopolitan
National Enquirer and Vogue
Relishing the famous’ fall is a national pastime

A man need not be handsome nor rich if he has
The gift of gab, used wisely and intuitively
To play, entertain, make love with mere words
These read through the eyes of the heart
If you are what you eat, than you are what you read.

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