Staringly coyly at me from the motel pillows.

In this portrait of The Naked Maja by Goya I will take just a couple of verses because it's a long poem:

In the third part of her book - 'Heart, My Lovely Hobo', the poems are longer and thus a little more complex and also quite descriptive, for example there is one entitled 'Los Desnudos: A Triptych', which is about 3 Spanish or Mexican painters and particular works by each of them Goya, Diego Rivera and of course Frida Kahlo, - Cisneros pays homage to her fellow artists - but the poem is still about love, or rather the dangerous aspects of love. Most of Cisneros' poems are about love - it's strange because I have just left a woman from the late 12th century whose every poem was also about the vagaries and traumas of Love - Marie de France. No one is too old for love, for the pain, and its massively egocentric whims? Sometimes I felt I was a little too old to appreciate her love fantasies, or even her dependence on love and that elusive, perfect male but then I also felt jealous, perhaps re-inspired. This poem more or less reveals the age of the writer, who was born in 1954 and this collection - Loose Woman, was first published in 1994, so most of the poems are about a woman in her late 30s. Phones feature quite a lot in her poems and you certainly arrive at the sense that she is a woman, often waiting for her lover: Most in this section are in a similar vein, or mood, with a certain dry humour aimed at herself, which I think is what I like. Of the poems in this collection, the ones I like the most come from the central section entitled 'The Heart Rounds up the Usual Suspects': here is the poem of the same title:

Loose woman by sandra cisneros