our bodies held
conversations
better than
we ever could

the pillow hearts me redder than you do,
      crowns my dreams regal over murky lands,
from somber realms to the wake of blue;

into her clasp, my wingless wishes skew,
      as her cuddle bids two ears to my demands,
oh, the pillow hearts me redder than you do;

she seethes my mind, till dreams vapor thru’
          the sky, bodies pitching, wings for hands,
from somber realms to the wake of blue;

they gnaw unto the moon, shave its bare into
     mirrors, reflecting the truth, so I understand
that the pillow hearts me redder than you do;

in her cradle, dismal storms I can't subdue
      so she showers the sorrow out of my glands
from somber realms to the wake of blue;

and when my barrels empty, floods issue
   upon her, but she stems peace from her sands
for the pillow hearts me redder than you do,
from somber realms to the wake of blue.

Nadangog ko na naman
An pagbagting kan saiyang púsò
Garo baga igwang nagkakasulô
Pinukaw an pagmati kong nag-aarabadab
Ngunyan na banggi
Hahalaton ko an saiyang pagdungáw
Sa sakuyang bentana
Ika an sakuyang kometa
Na hali pa sa ibang planeta
Ika an ráson kun tàno
mapúngay an sakuyang mata
Dai ko mahali an saiyang gira sa buhay ko
Ngunyan na banggi
Tabangan mo akong makaturog
Ibahan mo ako sa madiklom na kinaban
Tabangan mo akong labanan an mga demonyo
Hahalaton ko an pagbagsak mo
Sa ulonán ko.

—𝐔𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧, a Bikol poetry.