One of my friends tacked this poem in her myspace blog. I liked it, so I'm stealing it. I'm especially a fan of the last few lines. You'll see what I mean. Anyway, check it out!
"Full Moon and You're Not Here"
By Sandra Cisneros in Loose Woman Poems, pg. 54
Usless moon,
Too beautiful to waste.
But you, my Cinderella,
have the midnight curfew,
a son waiting to be picked up from his den meeting,
and the fractured marriage weighing on your head
like a crown of thorns.
Oh my beauty,
it's not polite
to keep me waiting.
To send me reeling in a spiral
and then to say good night.
I smoke a cigar,
play a tango,
gulp my gin and tonic.
Goddamn you.
Full moon and you're not here.
I take off the silk slip,
the silver bangels.
You're in love with my mind.
But, sometimes, sweetheart,
a woman needs a man
who loves her ass.
2 comments:
I like it. I like it a lot...
Wow
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