Wednesday, April 8, 2009

NaPoWriMo #8


Letter to Andrew (1)

I wrote it to our short lasting love,
a hunt in the wild,
but the tang of vermouth stayed
and all men  (lips, skin) will taste the same
for years after...

You still remember my taste, you said...
So many other encounters-before and after-
are gone, forgotten
but you -

Lovec, they call you in your mother tongue,
your traps built with the patience and care 
of a master.
A silly mistake only:
One shall never hunt his own.






this was my first bigger than life ,  'till I die and after, love story...and all about eros the bittersweet.


3 comments:

Paul said...

Bitter sweet, sensual and sad. Beautifullu written. I think your poetry gets better and better. It is the kind of work that is easy to underestimate, but to me it has great depth and craft, intelligence and sensibility. Poetry made to be appreciated.

S.L. Corsua said...

the tang of vermouth stayed
and all men (lips, skin) will taste the same
for years after
Those lines speak volumes of the magnitude of your memories of him. ;) Thank you for sharing. Cheers.

Annamari said...

Paul, as usual you are too nice...
S.L. , thank you for re-visiting.Yes,those lines came out quite good ...