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Ramon Loyola


Familiar

your hands feel familiar
 
they are renegade tanks of warmth
charging through layers of hair
shooting pinpricks of invisible blood
through epidermis and veins
 
(i only meant to say hello
to wish you well on your way but)
 
your hands feel familiar
 
i can’t make up my mind now if
i should make them go away
or make them want to stay
or let my own go astray
​

My Heart is a Rejection Junkie

​my heart is a rejection junkie.
it has craved for love
since it started beating its rhythms.
yet the advance taken towards that need
never made it all the way
to the deepest chambers.
my heart has failed to leave a mark on stone
so when it looks back after years gone,
it can say aloud it had beaten
faster than a beloved one could.
but my heart is a rejection junkie
and whatever passes through it
leaves its halls with the reality
that it only throbs for a bruising taste
of solicited affection and unrequited love.
so, i say, with aplomb and conviction,
who needs a foolish heart
when i’ve got one that bullies me
to solitude and destined refusal?
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Prelude

his hand sweeps over
scaly, coarse knuckles.
he doesn’t mind, doesn’t care.
 
he touches, provokes,
the sweetening void.
i don’t mind, don’t care.
 
he’s the one holding.
i’m the one falling.​
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Atoms, Hearts

we are burning particles
the trillion pins of a flame
 
offsprings of the sun
the gods of lightning
 
colliding, conjoining
we explode like the stars
 
to form black sky
galaxy and endless space
 
that fills up with our atoms
molecules and bursting quarks
 
the way your love fills
the way your heart fulfills​
​

Dandelions and Daisies

i remember you picking it up by the roadside.
            you said it was for me
            and then you smiled.
            it was a dandelion
            that glowed yellow in the sun.
 
i knew you saw me cringe momentarily at the sight
            because you knew
            i liked daisies instead.
            but you smiled anyway
            and put out your hand.
           
i saw how it made you happy to see my eyes dance,
            how the world seemed rampant
            in its colorful wildness
            and how the simplest token,
            a flower, could bind us.
 
i remember you touching my cheek tenderly,
            telling me that daisies
            were for girls and pansies.
            and, yet, i knew all at once
            that you’d love me anyway.

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