Today, the world lost one of its great writers, Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I’ve read a few of his novels and adored them all, but the one that spoke the most to me was “Love in the Time of Cholera”.
Today’s poem is a homage to Marquez, and in particular to that novel.
Rest in peace, wonderful man.
MARQUEZ KNOWS WHAT I WANT
How I yearn to be a quarantined lover
Wrapped in the arms of the man who has,
In his own way,
remained a virgin for my sake.
How I long to have my emotional virginity taken
over and over, on a river.
All I want is to drift, up and down.
To pull over at night
and watch the sun set over my baggage.
To know that death is closing in
and nothing more need be done.
All I desire is to feel my youthful foolishness
To sail into the jungle
With my wrinkles, my grey hairs, my stretch marks,
adored and worshipped.
To raise the cholera flag
and just be.