Indulging in you
A  debauchery.
They tell me not to eat if I am not hungry,
But in you I feast.

They tell me to choose
What I love most.
But what I choose
May hurt me more than anything,
No matter how much I love it.

He tells me my
Body is warm,
He wraps his arms around my waist,
Kisses my neck,
Cups my *******.

But I am cold.
I know
My presence seems inviting,
My presence seems warm,
But the stars of my soul have grown dim
And the galaxies in my mind no longer shine with wonder.

Light your fire inside of me
And maybe I'll burn
Long enough to feel the heat.

Please, stay.
Here, with me.
The voice in my head is lustful.
A hopeless romantic
That does not
Know better.

Wishing you were here,
Yet never again wanting your company.
Wanting to talk
Yet being afraid of having the last words.
Being afraid you will
Once again
Feel false love in the
Cadence, as it trails in your dreams.
Being afraid you will wake up,
Cold sweat,
Actually wanting me.

Though my mind is in a state
Of please stay,
My heart knows the pain
Of when you will once again leave.

So we carry on in our lustful
Regrets.

And please, do leave.
I will not sing for you though I am a bird and you are my sky.
But please, go on knowing
How hard it was for me
To let you in,
Only to see how easy it was for you
To claw your way out.

Tiny spider legs
My eyes are filled
With tiny spider legs, if I close them
Just enough.

Oceans can lay
Still, in the same eyes.

I am lost.
Why did we leave that time?
How your eyes
Flickered like fire and met mine.
A glorious passion
Fused in with the stars above us.

I am lost.
Our wishes manumitted.
How did we loose the freedom?
Our fears forgotten for the simple quest
Of being ourselves.
Separate,
As one.

When did we get to this point?
Where we traded our love
For the better half of perception.
We
Were wrong.
Naturally we fixed ourselves to the static views.

Yet I still remember,
How you took my hand.
You whispered that the
Gods won't mind.

Those days,
Those pictures I see
Flashing electric,
Plug the gears of reality and leave me
Frozen in want for the time
When I never knew you
And I never knew myself.

She tells me
Lumpia is her taste of home.
Traditions she had with her aunt when she was small
Hands *****,
Dark hair messy,
But she smiled as she hovered over the hot oil.

Halika dito, Come here.
Gutom ka ba? Are you hungry?

She tells me
Her mother
Would have her scrub her nails,
Before sending her to set the first few servings
In the oil to fry.

She tells me
That warm phillipian-lumpia memories
Have their own special place
In her heart,
In her mind.
On her tongue.
Warm times standing speckled with youth.

She speaks soft sweet days to me
As she hands me the tongs to place the first servings in the pan.