Among poets I sat
Sipping some cheap Chilean wine
Eating words, and smoking clove and mint
Between the laughter and fog
I saw Neruda woo his women
“Such a canny man,” I remember thinking
Shower of rhetorics and they melted at his feet
The night as blanket they followed him
And sweet rhetoric pleasured their blossom
With the sun came invisibility
Their wet mascara ran to break his heart
“I loved you for this night, darlin’
“Don’t kiss me goodbye
“I will love you again last night”
A hungry kiss and the fog cleared
Where’s the Chilean?
I need a refill
(I love Neruda. All out of my head.)
Sigh! Me too … So many of us love Neruda. 🙂