JUST A WOMAN
Warm light on the back are familiar fingers
but they will not be back as caresses again.
They can only unravel bandages of wounds
that will not heal but will not feel any pain.
I am done with them. All feelings betray us
before they become clear: they sap courage,
and quickly turn into skeletons of passion.
I want to be a woman, not a chair to catch
torn and tired bodies that need mending.
I, too, hanker for strength from the strong,
unquenchable hunger I could eagerly satisfy
when it finds its harbor and home in a place
I, and only I, can shape or rearrange or own,
or drink like a glass of cold water to cool me
down when I have no more need for loving.
A primal urge clear on this face. Feel it. Fill it.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
A poem inspired by a Luisa Igloria poem and subsequently published by Axlepin Publishing as a featured poem in January 2013. @ Painting above by Hugo Urlacher of Argentina.