The sound of your smile reverberates in the four walls of this world — into the curvature of your lips, to the buzzing crowd, to the open skies bolting downward and and into my heart.

I try to close my eyes when the sight of you gets clearer in broad daylight, holding onto tiny prayers that as you pass, I may not be blinded by the radiance of your beauty, but be graced by the scent of the breeze that escorts you — ever so subtle that only filled gaps would be able to grasp what it felt like to really get close with you.

I try to stick out this frozen heart by the warmth of your flame, but not too close for I am afraid the fire would enclasp, swallow it whole and spit it out into ashes, but I cannot and would not stop wondering how would it feel like to set myself on fire — breathe it out, plunge into the fire hoops or dance with the fire god that is within you.

I try not to, but everytime I start to write these blues, all that comes out are the possibilities that might not even happen, a reality that is a mirage in totality.

I will try to flap these wings of mine as fast as I could, but how could I? The sound of your smile reverberating within the four walls of this world is capable of paralyzing a roaring lion — let alone a swift bird.

I'd be glad to hold your hand,
to cross the streets,
to have a bottle or two,
to watch the sun rise
with you

I will listen to your favorite songs,
the ones that help you sleep,
the one everybody thinks is weird,
that one you want to dance with

I'll be there when you need
someone to wipe your tears —
through ups and downs
throughout countless of years

I'd be glad to hear your secrets,
to see your face,
to hear your raspy voice,
to hold you
first thing in the morning

I'd share you all the late nights,
all the writing prompts I have in my head,
the last slice of a pizza,
that side of the bed


I will be with you
wherever you choose to stay
for the time being
or for the rest of your life

I'll save you a poem,
one that's waiting to be heard

and then I’ll save you a seat —
on dinner nights,
on the ride back home,
in the cafes

I would love to slow dance
with you all over again,
as I listen to you
hum the lyrics of my favorite classic


I’ll have you next to me,
skin on yours under the sheet,
in a dim-lit room
on a Sunday night,
as if there is no tomorrow

as if there’s only you and me
in this little sanctuary,
away from the tiresome reality

I’d die to make you
feel warm
and loved
and adored

I’ll be right next to you,
when you win your games,
even when you lose,

right next
when I don’t want to miss any
of your laughters and smiles

right next
when you’re falling asleep
or when you’re dreaming
about Slender man
and the things that haunt you

right next
when you feel like you’re
on the top of the world
and you feel like screaming

and rest assured,
I will be right there with you as well
at 3am, when you’re out of breath
and you feel alone

I can’t promise you
a perfect world,
but you can hold my hand
amidst all the chaos,
all the shadows,
all the wounded scars on your wrists,
amidst the troubled minds
and the uncertainties

I will be glad to hold you,
to be there,
to have you,

I have faith in knowing that
through it all,
I will love you still

i thank god

for the sideway glimpses,
for the sweet
and the unkind
serendipity

of this moonbeam
peeking through
the blank spaces
of my palimpsest

               i thank the universe

for the smoke
of the cigars
and the dreary
of the nights

despite the
loudmouthed neighbors,
of the plethora
of chances,
the crisscrosses
of the ground

and the junctions
where we meet


             i thank the heavens

i no longer
have to bleed
an ink,

it’s enough
that you make
me feel

             i thank my angels


as they take you
with me
in my dreams