CAVAFY IN CARMEL

                 


    Is there anything more embarrassing
    Than the tell-tale wreckage of love
    The morning after?

    My accomplice and I might smile,
    But an intruder's smirk
    Would make me blush.

    He struck me at first sight--classic form,
    Eternal youth, such thoughtless beauty,
    A careless gesture.

    At once I felt the urge to grab, to hide,
    To weep, to pee, to die, to bite,
    To shout for joy.

    As Alexander I'd have bribed him,
    Made metal, marble sing this warrior's praise
    To be his slave.

    Mid-glance his eyes pierced mine.
    I felt redeemed. He saw right through me
    And turned away.

    His face was on my pillow last night.
    (His downy cheek against my scratchy chin.
    Encircled in my arms.
     
    In that other world we seek to conquer
    All night my love was mine.)
    How the feathers flew.

 

 

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[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Sweet and Sexy love the way you write it. Keep writing!