I will never forget your bitter breath
or your clouded eyes.
the fabric of black
and your dark warmth
will always be with me.
but your smile and words,
what are they?
I stand lost.
maybe I should forget.

Hello Manila rooftop
Manila quiet and Manila cold.
I am at the quiet part of the city
While cats roam by
and I hear nothing.
Cars rare
Jeepneys none.
Even if I’m looking from above.
The vertigo tempts me.

What could tomorrow be kind to stranger lands down on the soil to tread mills and chills of the heart might repeat and never looking back on glass black starred and scarred, the fear that I feel warms up the clouds and makes the sky rain. Blue and windowpanes shut the pain from the door of a head shooting arrows gushing ****** fantasies pink and light displacing darkness that set the moon loose, win the favor of the stars and the taste of bitter explosions in space lead to the return of weight, pinning down the needles through hands that stand alone, let’s be alone together?tires and wheels tire away in lands near, steer clear from crystals that freeze and make smoke sting.scorpions shine bright yellow and here we go again, light. It is a cycle with no edges that wrestle round a spinner. We are winners and the meat we bring sound like the bells that tremble, scared and white, blank and point at the mirror where three point back black blank and laugh

I want you to sit and rest your fingers atop mine
and together we will make a melody.

I want you to press my keys and let the hammers
hammer my heartstrings, letting waves reverberate and
shiver down my spine.

I want your weight to press down my pedals and
make our symphony rush into a crescendo.

Our music will be that of great stars and winds and warm nights,
and your hands will run back and forth my black and white stripes -
striking chords, stacking notes as if they were black heads kissing.

Our symphony will be written on paper-white sheets that
blanket over your body and mine.

On white sheets we will leave black trails that
will soon be played by another, and
our music will linger.

Silence thickened the air as I saw you press the keys of another.

bound by fear of the asleep
dislike of the light
make this spring song stop.
tinkling bells not pleasing
I am restless.
a broken cradle song plays
scratches behind
the lights are still too bright
the song on an abrupt end

My heart shakes like
The bottle I pour my coffee into.
I remember you and I drown and drink
the ocean trapped inside, brown and
two and a half times lighter than your skin,
two and a half times more than the coffee I should be drinking.
That night was our last in the same room.
You sat beside me to escape your sleepless lonely limbo.
My head throbbed and the way my heart raced then

and the way the storm crashes the air and breaks the trees and blows the rooftops
        and drenches the world -

is the way
I refused to swim in the brown seas of your skin.
The waters might wash rafts and boats and lifesavers
to the shore where I am standing
But I know that before the sand and the trees
there was a sign that said
‘No Trespassing’.

Intoxicated I stumbled and grabbed a raft of brown arms
and stepped on the black stones of your face
and slipped into your sandy smile and
buried my face into your green shirt waves.

No Trespassing.
The words loomed over my head
like the clouds that filled up the sky so much
that there was no sky -
and somewhere out there, like God in the clouds, she was
looking at me,
looking at the way I grabbed a bottle and swam in her seas.