The Song Of Don Juan Poem by RIC BASTASA

and let him say
that he knows the ways of the heart
of women and he shows them how big is his heart
loving all of them fairly and thoroughly
(or is it
truly?
not really, for there is this truth inside his heart
still about to unfold
to be freed...)

and he loves many of them, ladies longing for his love
ladies in reds and blues, ladies in stilleto shoes,
lovely ladies in a row, and he kissed and made love
to each of them,
without regret,

to the envy of other men, but what is it really inside
this magnificent don juan, so handsome and so virile
like one loving machine?

pity. love. sympathy. fame. glory. fortune.
sex, desire, lust, the magnanimous don juan
shall have it all
and enjoy what the hands of lust have given him
freely and abundantly
like a bunch of sweet
grapes on his mouth

at the bottom, of all these pleasures, once,
beneath the moon, in the silence of his room
he stares at his masculine body, his thighs, and
strong arms,
this fucking machine

to his chest, there lies his broken heart
still wanting to be held, and still wanting to please
them all

he never had what he loved most
that someone buried in his past, that someone
crying in the grave still calling
for his name