Between us
a wilderness
of no-trees
devoid of rivers
bare as the Gobi
Here winds
howl turned loose
from all directions
They bury me
deep quick as they leap
upon me
filling my throat to the brim
with their hoard
of whirling sand
My nostrils shorn
of breath Words
turn into dunes
My eyes
too blinded to picture
your newly shaven face
Your lips upon my nape
My mouth
is full
I cannot
utter
your name
Written by Felino S. Garcia, Jr. March 11, 1996. Philippines Graphic.
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