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Garden
to Bea Yap Martinez
Banished from a house
in havoc, a broken vase,
a curtain on fire,
I tiptoe here to hide,
a child enisled
in a labyrinth of green,
crouching behind
stem and leaf,
branch and blossom.
Heft of footsteps enter,
a stick testing the air,
seeking the source of sin.
Under the cover I...
Ang pag-iibigan
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay pag-uusap lamang
At malagkit na tititigan.
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay paghahawakan lamang ng kamay.
Akala ko ang pag-iibigan
Ay puro saya’t wala nang lumbay.
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay pagtahak sa daan
Na nabubudburan
Ng talulot ng rosál.
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay paglalapat lamang ng mga labi
At pagyayakapan...
Dahil ba
Dahil ba ako'y bata
Ikaw ay walang awa?
Kung manlaban mahina,
Murang-mura ang diwa.
Dahil ba di mo kaya
Yaong mas matatanda,
Sa akin ibalandra
Ang 'di magawa-gawa.
Dahil nga ako'y bata,
Naiisip na tanga,
Gipit ang pag-unawa
Sa iyong halimbawa.
Dahil nga ako'y bata
Ipagkait ang saya:
Inggit ka yata, tanda,
Sa babaw ng aking ligaya.
Dahil nga...
Old letters
Did we not, as children, let the seasons
pour from our bosoms- artlessly,
as buds bringing to light. Colors
I painted words in pristine
tonality. The subject
watered by years of unwilled
partings. Of pages beginning
with Dear, and
ending with Love, always
love. At once
heavy and yet has never
felt lighter, clasped...
Geography of our Melancholies
For Mariko
This inconsolable distance
Between our lips
Separated by unfamiliar cities
And impassable seas;
This insatiable wonder for the unknown
That grows every day in morbid anticipation
Of the smell of your newly washed hair at sunrise
And the taste of your sweat in a tropical afternoon
Submerging my heart in...
(free) will
The universe has no idea how powerful its inhabitants are.
With will given, they are free to live on their own.
What privilege has this earth given us?
We step on its lands and call ourselves human.
With will given, they are free to live on their...
