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Makiling Dusk
Wind from the lake below
Has brought the fine rain
That wet the stair railings
Between classrooms on Makiling.
As I step out after class,
The cold droplets cling to my palms
And I check the gray sky,
The west tinted with fading orange.
It seems to have held back
The drenching:...
I Keep a Lover
I keep a lover and
He means so much to me.
When I think of him
I feel light-headed
And giddy from within.
We test each other’s
Patience then make love
Like there’s no tomorrow.
He is in myself,
My triumph and tempest,
He makes me seethe
With rage and passion
Till we both are...
Adieu, Jorellie
And this shall be my last goodbye.
Do not leave your door— even your windows,
The leaks in your ceiling open for my voice
Seal your heart for if I come to return to your hands
The pieces of my heart wrapped in your shirt
I shall think...
From Pedro to Juan
That night, that second,
when you were dying a thousand deaths
in my arms, I pulled my left hand from your waist
and lifted the bottle of San Miguel Beer on the table
and poured its remaining content all over me.
Then I, à la gremlin, multiplied into...
First Love
From the morning to the evening
Fresh young hearts were set to burning
With desire; pain and sadness yet to know.
He my lover first to waken
Mind and body, my heart taken,
Then set to match, see how the embers glow.
My hand he takes and places
On his...
Daemon and Dreamer
You are the Past
I’ve annihilated
To save
Myself.
In my slumber
You took root
Inside me
Against my will,
Tangled tentacles
Of a poisoned love
Long dead.
I ripped out
Your tortured spirit
To exorcise you
From my consciousness.
In you
My absence
Became an emptiness
That screams
In silence.
The echoes resonate
In my soul -
The half of me
That dwells in you.
Yet...
