Love Act I: Aloha, Anything For Chocolate by Vicente Reyes

Love, Act 1: Aloha (Anything for Chocolate)

Aloha to nights of stormy love and coffee mornings

with your eyes kissed gently by the window.

Your gaze will dwell within me

like a masterpiece by the Great Artist Himself,
drawn in the scale of life by the Master's hand.
I hope to see you again before evening or the darkest hour comes.
In your visions you nightwalk a scraggly mountain trail

in your figure hugging nightgown,
Your blonde hair combing the winds descending

like passion from the thickest clouds.
I will miss you.

Please come to me again for a goblet of wine

poured on my Mercedes-Benz hood,
In a wild place in time and space

where our mythical beings loved in the morning.

I will love you.
Hold my hand in the dark stillness of midnight

when our dreams entwine and we kiss madly.
I will hug you and your warmth is like a gentle ocean

in which I will sail forever.

I will love you.
Aloha to afternoons of fire smells and cool glasses

when with your guitar I serenaded Cupid.
Your ivory touch is present on my palms and my breathing is deeper.

Your kiss is like a flower.
You make my tingling flame of love

burn brighter in the midnight hour and the light shine on you.
You soothe my soul with your embrace

and your whispered words of love when I hold you.
I will miss you. I will love you.

In the winter days the memory of you will be a warm ember,
Although the gray ash spreads ever so slowly

with the ticking on the mantle, and the emerging
Shapes are all the myriad images of life before

and after there was your presence in my days
And nights, what nights, it was like a movie that goes on

and sweetly on on the skyscreen.
You are a leading lady and will never be cast in a secondary role.

Is it good-bye, then?
So soon we are gone and there is but a shadow sketch

or a bird's track of love letters left for you.
I keep every picture I am taking of you.

You replay sweetly when in person reenacting passion.
I held your hand (you snuggled close) while driving.

Your kiss on my cheek whispered secrets.
I still love you and I want you back.

I am just relieved it is finally over.

I will miss loving you.
My breast trembles as I sob for your distant heart,

so ever otherworldly far from me.
Do you ever miss me, too, do you still love me?

Is there hope that you will again serve tea
When I lavish romantic poetry on you till the light

watercolours the curtains in afternoon gold?
Oh what am I sighing good-bye to?

My forced breath whispers a fast yes quick reply

It is not to Love but to one woman.

You are such a pretty woman.
I am the worst fool ever for letting you go.

I did not know what a good thing I had until now.
[Although Cronos does not walk backwards

even for Jupiter's sake, her Venusian beauty endures.]
I came from a place where mistakes were made

and a waiter laid gold trim upon your plate.
I go to a place where light comes at the birth of the new day.

Joy will sing in the hills.
The crackling cedar will cast colourful tongues up the chimney

and you will wear sweaters.
I will brave the cold and chop more wood

in the biting wet nightwind of the season.
I will love you. I will hold you. I will cherish you forever.

You will make hot chocolate and so
Of course I'm gonna love you more than any other woman

(anything for chocolate!).
You will wail in ultimate ecstasy when

with wildman passion I liberate you from past bonds.
You will not dam the love but will gladly water

the desert places of my heart.

You will love me too.

Vicente Reyes
September 14, 1995

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