HIS LOVE AFFAIR
Sit. Feast on your life. ---Derek Walcott “Love After Love
Although this invitation will prolong our waitin the cold antechambers that we surround
ourselves with, we will cautiously accept it.
Why not? Sitting here, staring at a kaleidoscopeof the many faces we have constructed to meet
other faces, I celebrate a love affair with myself.
Who else will do that for me? There were lovers,and there were lovers, but they held on to their
own chisels to pare and scrape their own image
of what they could have and hold not unlikea wild-eyed Pygmalion sculpting flesh onto his one
desire, a Galatea of his rawest wants and dreams.
I will sit and wait for the feast of all feaststo be served on my table, my head on a platter,
my heart seasoning a bowl of hope, a soupcon
of little mercies that lovers often do: a salvingof hurts, a troth of endless fealty, a promise
that the image on the mirror is finally, only mine.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA