Many Times I Have Walked The Road Of Love Poem by Marc Dhavernas

I have walked many times down the road of love,
stepping upon the cobblestones of the alleyway.
Many times I have reveled in this exquisite Rivera:
of red French porto and Catalan tequila.
Many times I have watched my wondrous sinorita,
her luscious hips swaying with grandiose performance,
this great actress in the last movie of my life.
I have walked many times upon the white shoreline of love,
being more then familiar there, where wave meets sand in sensuous encounters,
the kind of which I might never know, in the tragedy of this life.
I have been welcomed in the hanging garden of “beyond the moon”,
being more then familiar there, where I was given rooms to calm my tears,
and add gas to the affairs of the flame of mutual love,
now a coal withered into a dim light.
Given rooms to where I invited my ancient Lovers,
the drums of the act least in-acted at times,
sounded between the Egyptian pillars and through the hollowed-out designs that made up the walls between places,
where suite meets reality,
as days became weeks and week lead to lifetimes.