I liked the first collection so much, I decided to add another collection of John Agard's poems to my reading list. It is titled Lovelines for a Goat-born Lady. At a cursory look, I see that some of the poems are mildly teasing and tender, and others are wickedly erotic. (Something tells me I'm gonna really like this stuff.)
Yes, I know it's a holiday weekend and you'd rather be out in somebody's backyard (not your own, you too lazy to fire up your grill) eating up deh barbeque, drinking, and chillin'. And the only reason yuh stop by to read this blog is because yuh think I gon respond to Living Guyana again. Nah. We done fight (fuh now any way).
So while you're here, tek a lil read of two of the poems from Agard's Lovelines. It might put yuh in the mood fuh something later. That's if yuh don't stuff yuself too much. Sex on a full belly is just too gassy to be enjoyable. So read, get mildly in the zone, and remember to eat lightly.
Mirrors
Switching from dress to dress
you face the truth of mirrors
with your woman’s dreams
and fragile human need
to stun the staring world
but when the face of mirrors
tells you that they lie
and the world’s fault-finding eye
does not see your private hurt
you will turn to find in me
a human mirror
for the hidden self
that others fail to hold or see
Other Mouth
The mouth the world sees
the mouth you eat with
the mouth you speak with
the mouth you use to voice a poem
the mouth you use to rejoice in song
the mouth you use to be simply social
the mouth basking in its own smile
the mouth that yawns and answers the phone
the mouth exposed to the four corners
But what about the other mouth?
The mouth the world does not see
the mouth you throb with
the mouth you tide with
the mouth you use to earth a cock
the mouth you use to birth a child
the mouth basking in its own wetness
the mouth that flames without fire
the mouth at which the four directions become one
