Love Poem Macabre

Poetry by | November 2, 2008

The chico brown feel and
scent and taste of you
keep me shamelessly honeyed
honeyed for hours after and
I can taste you even more
in my midmorning coffee,
even when you have been gone a week.
I taste you everywhere.

When are you returning from the
restlessness of our travels?

Will you also omit to tell me about
the drive you took to the sea to watch
the moonrise, the cocktails served
under dim lights and tender music
as you sipped your martini.

I long for the note of command in
your voice
when you call
from the stairs.

My veins spring into motion and gush
at the sound of my name
from your lips, straight
and stern even then,
tweaking my ear as you pass
by my chair.

Strange for me who’s been gone
so long.

Strange to be so alive. And
loving even then.

I feel your hands on my knees
as if it were true.

Why are your shoes so muddy,
where have you been?

(Tita Lacambra-Ayala, besides being one of the finest poets of the country, is also known as the mother of Joey Ayala and Cynthia Alexander.)

5 thoughts on “Love Poem Macabre”

  1. I think this is narrated by a corpse who finds itself living again upon hearing the love of her lover. The mention of drives beneath the moonlight and martinis evoke the era which was defined by Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

    I’ve read some of Tita Ayala’s poetry, and they are characteristically difficult to interpret. This one is actually among the more accessible!

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