Nagmahal ako minsan ng isang taong hindi mahilig sa tula,
Ng mga matang di mahilig sa malalalim na salita
Ng mga tenga na hindi mahilig makinig sa mga tugma

Nagmahal ako minsan ng mga labi na may matatamis na ngiti
Ng mga lumalabas na salitang nakakabighani
Ng mga mabubulaklak na kasinungalingan na masarap sa pandinig
At oo, nagmahal ako ng mapaglinlang na bibig

Nagmahal ako minsan ng mga kamay na hindi ko nahawakan
Ng mga haplos na hindi manlang naramdaman
Ng mga daliring hindi kamay ko ang hanap
Ng mga bisig na hindi ako nayakap

Nagmahal ako minsan ng isang taong hindi ako ang pinili
Ng mga mata na sa iba nakatingin
Ng mga tenga na sa iba nakikinig
Ng pusong hindi ako minahal

she kept her death
within her breath,
she joined the destruction
with its half seduction.
until she fell in love with
its obstruction.


by:blackedpoison

after the doomsday
there was an actual poet from the hell,
who always had a knout
to torture their  pale faces
within huge dark fiery cell ,

he ruined and burned their compositions
and made them melting together
again and again  
in a very dark position.

when the god revive them for the sixth time
one of them wailed and said to the poet:
my dear destruction divine
secretly, let the heaven to be mine
and stop giving our thirst
this cursed brine.

the poet responded  and said
yes, i'm the real destruction divine
of course i will not give you a wine
but i will turn off the pine
to keep you close
to your final dark line

She makes love to him with words
spilling ink of passion on paper.
She creates the sensual mood
with each stroke of her pen
splattered on the sheets.
She caresses his flesh
in every love letter.
She kisses up and down his
length in sentences and prose.
She tastes all his masculine scent
without ever speaking a word.
She bites his lip and tilts her
hips in between the lines.
She paints a picture that
makes him hard  for his
release and it only
took her mind.