gaze into me not with the eyes that fortress
a lie, just like the glint of dew that conceals
the tinge of dark in a dying petal;
gaze into me with the heart that bares
every faltering breath, just like the bud that bursts
into a flower in the silence of dawn.
there is no other choice, as long
as we long for an everbloom
of love.
My beloved womb
that birthed me, with the salty fangs
of your froths gnaw my body into a tiniest
sand, lest the sailing light smell the scent of
my rancid solitude sighing for death
beneath the moon’s golden hull. I once waded
against your current, whipping whirlpool upon
whirlpool of youth on the virginal azure
of your flesh; but your wounds heal
quicker than a whip; and I, a, how swift
my robust breath succumbed to the smallest
of your ripples. Now a piece of broken
pride, please send not my body
ashore. Just gently disintegrate me,
my beloved tomb.
The man gobbled up a plate of latik-laden
kalamay; while his dog nibbled in its paw
a bunch of garapata – those blood-
suckers that kept on thriving, despite the tons of anti-
flea powder and lotion the man had poured all
over the dog’s fur. The man and his dog, together
they bit, they chewed with a clack and a click
from their bleeding teeth. When the man sneered
and its gums the dog bared, a passing geek as if
bewitched, couldn’t tell which was
the beast.The man, with his tongue raked up
the crumbs of latik that fell from his mouth; the dog
scoured its back for another bunch of grape-
colored bugs. And they bit and chewed with
the clack and the click of garapata and latik.
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