After All That

written for February the month of celebrating love and romance. For public presentation tomorrow.

As a woman,

some loves, you feel in your chest,

others, in your hands.

Or your uterus, or your feet.

Your brain, spinal cord, reflexive synapses.

You try your lover’s scent

with your tongue; you practice

their language, with your lips, throat.

Your teeth sink into their essence,

you drink it like wine.

 

Was there ever any doubt, about you?

You, who I felt the first day

I knew you, as an electricity

in these two points in front of

my breastbone. You, whose presence

in any room I know,

even after so many hours

kissing you,

as a tightening and loosening

and retightening, in every

part of my thighs.

 

You own all of

me, from my hip, to my knees;

and then every other day

before and after that.

Author's Note

translated from my original in Spanish, for a public arts presentation of poetry celebrating romance and love in the arts center of our city. Artwork is my own.

Reviews

[Ava Rose]

This is actually good, and I typically hate non-rhyming poetry. On another note, I just jointed this site today, and was wondering if you would like to read my work. I'm mainly a short-story writer and don't write a crazy amount, but what I do write I like to think I write decently.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Marie! :)
I think it's lovely, sensual, and it translated well. Enjoy your presentation!