Burnt

He had no body hair. Passion had consumed it all.

Bitter Longing

I was

the seed of desire.

A hateful boon

among life’s choices

I had no right to decide.

a Curse

conceived by Nanay’s cold blood

wrapping my face

in a tight embrace

as she squeezed me out

with pure disgust.

 

Stuck

The gate creaked with rusty decay.

A nearby karaoke bar aired an array of novel songs. A ten-wheeler truck overflowing with rice sacks passed by. Clumsily assembled “tricycles” cluttered the now paved road. Always in a hurry to get to their destination. No time for slowing down.

Perfect Melody

The sea stretched far beyond the horizon. A myriad of tiny diamonds, spread out between mountains and shores. Waves leaped about with glee as the sun’s rays touched their glittery guise. They whispered my name.

 

I closed my eyes and heard the waters roar.

The Clothesline

On the porch, she sat

Alone,

as the sun shone upon her

a regal glow.

Her yellow dress flowed with ease

as it radiated shame and doubts upon

my oversized shirt and

lingered on the space

around

the insides of

my baggy pants.

I held out my

Hand

and waited for

the touch

that held on through

bright skies and ice creams and

days playing with

puddles of mud.

Until our feet became soddened with

dirt and water

and our hands,

wrinkled with soap suds and

still waters,

as we try to wash in vain

the stain of our

childhood

bliss.

Bystander

 

the bridge casts shadows

the lily that blooms in May

you pluck the blossom,

look pass my eyes and extend

your hand that never touches mine.