Night here, alone, makes me unfaithful
to the woman we both know:
easy to give my heart away
to a stranger
wandering the beach
of my innermost shore,
the crash of the ocean’s ivory keys
drowning the do-re-mi
that has played
me for years,
the air so loose and warm,
all the old clothes
must be pulled off,
my body shown
for what it is—
of holy longing, faithful
only to what seems to be
last call for living
this other me.
One of several versions of another Mexico poem. Maybe I’ll post the others sometime and see if you like one over the other….
My poem “From The Front Porch” is now live in the spring issue of IthacaLit
along with the other finalists in the 2018 Lauren K. Alleyne Difficult Fruit
Poetry Prize (which I won in 2016). I am thrilled and honoured to appear again
in this gorgeous journal. My deep thanks to editor Michele Lesko!
PS – If you go to the Home page, where she introduces the issue and poets,
there’s an opportunity to click on my picture to indicate a “like” in the shape
of a heart. But only if you like it!