(For Moustafa, and then, for Salve)
Lovers come and go like predawn lights
In Indiana, past the Parthenon of a new
And renewed love, this last one a gift,
God-given, a reward for coming to grief.
But the beloved stays, lingers a little
Longer to entwine with the sadnesses
Of beds, linens, pillows, cares
All awaiting coupling with the alien,
Strange beasts of our privileged
Life stories pulsing with hopes,
Pulsating with nightfalls, dreams,
Gyrating, radiating with sunsets,
The orange of young eves,
The green of luscious lawns
Surrounding the home of your heart
Come alive, your with her,
She with you in that one
Ultimate call for song,
You and the belowed dueting
In the chorus of forms.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili
Los Angeles, CA
2004
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