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POEMAS EN ESPAÑOL -- 2009: January 8, April 12, August 3 . . . . 2010: January 13 . . . . 2013: June 30, November 28, December 8 . . . . 2014: September 25, November 30 . . . . 2015: July 9, October 22 . . . . 2016: February 12, August 1, December 28 . . . . 2017: March 2, September 5 . . . . 2018: May 10, July 15, November 3 . . . . 2019: August 4, December 5 . . . . 2020: December 1 . . . . 2021: October 12, December 3 . . . . 2022: April 15, June 21 . . . . 2023: January 3, April 2, May 9, June 6.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

BEFORE I CONFESS

This poem was written for and about an acquaintance who contracted HIV.

Will you love me, even though
I'm someone you don't quite know?

Will you give me understanding
When I'm unfair and demanding?

Will you love me in spite of
The childish fear behind my love?

Will you love and want me still
When I'm old and poor . . . or ill?

Wait--will you love me if I say
. . . What I may not . . . or I may . . .

Will you love me anyway?
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Thursday, February 5, 2009

FEVER





When an angel or a god descends,

you don’t ask why.

You don’t question stormwinds,

thunder, lightning.

 

My knees buckled when I saw him.

My mouth and throat went dry,

a fever scorched my skin.

 

I wanted to hide.

 

I wanted to see and be seen.

 

I asked him where he lived—

he cursed and knocked me down.

 

When I came to, he was gone.

 

In this encounter, who lost?  Who won?

He got the thrill of action, macho—

But I bear deep in every vein

a hidden flame, the fire of Michelangelo.

 


 

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