Maryann Maglangit
Five Haikufirst date … on to the autumn leaves we draw a heart ❦ under the spring flowers my stillborn ❦ daughter draws a snowman on the window … spring cleaning ❦ longest night … I write one more letter to myself ❦ Alzheimer's … mother wraps my doll in her cardigan ❦ San Antonio
A white moth rustles
beneath the old wooden bench at 5 a.m. where you used to have morning coffee with me, while overhead is a signboard that reads 'Welcome to San Antonio!' It swings back and forth like a childhood sweetheart waving outside my window. How many sunrises until the paint peels? How many sunsets until the letters fade? For now I guess my only choice is to wait with my cup of coffee on a chipped wooden seat. Just like any other morning, only colder now. My Memoirs of Pancovie
You and me under a Cherry Blossom tree
one sunny day, not so long ago the radiance of your white cotton shirt was a perfect backdrop of the falling blossoms pink and white, each of them telling me secrets you never had the chance to speak. My spirit danced, an eager butterfly in the brink of Summer. You said I was beautiful like the blossoms but you wanted red, there are no red Cherry Blossoms, my love I said The crisp afternoon air plucked the blossoms, shuffled my hair and dried my throat pink and white, they fell on to the ground the Cherry Blossoms, one by one with a dull sound of a dry sob, or languor, or silence and they mustered on my feet like a meteor shower on a summer heat or my translucent tears I gathered them in my wicker basket and buried them between the pages of my book along with my memory of that one sunny day The Nacre
I dwell in the vastness of my ocean
Bathed in the sun's merciful radiance I was formed around a grain of sand or of history, or love, or time The loving Lonchura lands on my shoulder To listen to the story of my forefathers The tale of pride and of crimson waters Of the braves, of victory, or the rare air Sampaguitas kiss my sun-kissed cheek And pour its oils on my curious feet Gumamelas gather in harmony of color and of fragrance, of adoration, of vigor I loom over the golden seas Of eager waves and mighty sailors I dance with the gleeful chanting of the north winds and the palm trees A little bit of all the cultures made one From a long history of Western colonial rule Evolved a blood of a unique blend Of east, of west, of appearance, of culture I am the Nacre! The pearl of the orient seas I shine in the salinity and bounty In the heat of the glorious Pacific
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Here
Here, the moon is sluggish and dull
where stars cover the face of the earth and the wind sings us peaceful lullaby with every tone that it makes soft bubbles of unsuspecting dreams escape of selfless affection, of dedication from the isolated restful minds Here, the roads breathe for the first time giving way for the vagabonds of love, of careful whisperers, of blissful moments looking for a faithful witness from the trees, from wishful thoughts and silent walls hoping that they never speak And here, I touch you... And this pitch black night is smeared by the sporadic beating of our hearts. Clandestine
She lay still
Yielding, yearning Her soft skin Like spring It glows It calls It pleads In a lonely mime Ivory sheets Once white Demanding warmth Deep longing Serenading Like a dry land Waiting I watch I feel I crave Savage desire Pulsating like anger Like a storm Like destruction Insanity I watch I listen Her heart commanding With heat With passion Unparalleled Obsession She undresses Reveals Her soul I bare Uncover Unclothed Soul To soul I touch I roam Like a traveler Amazed Uncovering Nurturing I worship She welcomes Permitting She succumbs Her becoming She savors Rippling Skin To Skin I reach Intruding Wanting More Like hunger Like pain Suffocating She gives She offers She opens Like a slave To her Queen Like a Queen To her Goddess Heaven I receive Tolerating I devour Consuming Mouth To her being Maddening She dithers She quivers Like a serpent She slithers She takes Moaning Damp Begging I feast I swallow I thrust I follow I lick I suck I flick I fuck We bare We share Skin To skin Soul To soul Body entwined Like Honeysuckle Divine |
