Yes, I am sorry;
I was drunk.
I cannot even remember
Your face;
But I am certain that it is the Beauty
That surpasses all beauties.
Aphrodite? No,
Perhaps thrice more fair.

I was like a baby in your care –
Finding my shelter on your nimble fingers;
Comforted by you, caressed by you.
Every inch of my body –
You know;
For I watched you as your hands
Glided upon my infinity, and while
Your lips, they that inspire the tincture of the roses,
Adored my sacredness.

But what of love? No –
Yet it was a merging of the souls –
Where one finds tenderness in another.

Thus, for one moment,
I did not love
And nor did you,
But we both know:
That in that one infinite moment,
It was loving, and all true.

(Charlz dela Cruz,
June 22, 2012)