That place where
I find my BELOVEDz
That very place I learn
The biggest lesson of LOVE
Grappling with our emotions
Grappling with the contours
Of human consciousness

That is the place I roam
In my tatters - ***** loincloth
Seeking charity of my LOVE
Just to secure one glimpse
Of my BELOVEDz looking out for me

From the balcony grilled window
My BELOVEDz cries seeing me
Begging for her LOVE

That is the place
Where I sit down near the shrubs
To listen the loud-playing music
Booming out of the Beloved's window
Rendering LOVE's romantic BLUES

It is that place
Where I sit in the mud and
Listened the wordings of LOVE-lyrics
My BELOVEDz wants me to understand

It is where I eat the food that
BELOVEDz gives me every evening
It is where I drink
The water from a pitcher
My BELOVEDz leaves near
The last step of her staircase
Leading to her home

As I sip the soup
In the shade of a prickly bush
Nibbling at the dried bread piece
The remains from my BELOVEDz food

It was there I realize
In front of her abode where I sit
The taste and flavor of true LOVE
The hunger of AGAPE LOVE

My BELOVEDz is gracious to part
With me her silent wisdoms of LOVE

BELOVEDz' LOVE
- Is my education
- Is my penance
- Is my sacrifice
- Is my awareness

Now I know
LOVE is experiencing "love"
As a Unique "NOW"

The pile is ever ready
whatever type of music we dig...a ditty,
old songs, contemporary...all in a jiffy,
instruments will be playing
words, vocalizing all feelings
maybe, a song of calm
coming before, or after the storm...
.....
Notes hover above the piled 45s
look closely...find your desired jive,
let's find our favorite tunes
and take turns in  dropping coins,
record is pulled out...shortly, our song will play
hold disruptive elements at bay
because..you and i, we're gonna sway
as a full moon....rises from the bay
.....
allow our feelings to speak
while we're cheek to cheek,
as much as we want, we may croon,
after we dance, maybe we'll swoon
the world is ours...we'll be alright
"there'll be...no more lonely nights!"
.....

Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    September 4, 2017

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