Train Time
Like it's a young elephant,
     Beast of burden!*

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If we can finally hear ourselves,
Because we like to talk, would we be
Asking questions or give answers?

I know I've been asked like this before.
And I fear for the answer I might say.

For we listen to the movement,
The current, not water, not time,
Not ever, yet we respond
     Like a ripple.*

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Poetry's for all,
So may it come, too,
     From all.*

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Should the prodigal sphere of daffodil
Finger your hair divine with its powers
And hold a communion of flower to flower,

May my heart flatten like a humble plateau,
So when you smile the smile of the City of Bacolod,
I can clumsily tell you the poem of I love you-s.*

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It's not a scar.
This is love overflowing.
I cannot give it anymore.
You are gone.

This is my life's work,
My genius showing,
My own Black Square, a poem
That won't explain.

This is the eye within my eye,
Or should I say, soul
Breaking through its windows,
This viewer of my heart.

This is the night falling,
The weight of the weightless suns,
The length of my journey,
Pain's pinnacle.

This is my curfew.
I need
     To go home.*

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We may have forgotten
Some memories,
     But we cannot
          Unlove.*

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You flirt with me, not my feelings.
My heart knows what it practice full well.
It deceives all including itself—
An ocean, a serpent, a sly moon.

You flirt with me, I think, and my body says so.
My hormones, bubbling to the brim.
I pull your waist and not your hand, your curved
Waist, and you should notice that.

My love does not go where the body goes,
It is spirit. And should you open yours
To me, we will know what it is
To be one, to be omitted to the known world.

If my hands camp over your body,
Know, that it is by our doing,
And it tears my being into pieces,
Exposing itself to a great misery—

Parts of it, in agony, in ecstasy,
Sleeping by the supple, and the subtlety,
Burning with the shadows, weeping
Bitterly over losing me.

But when I love, love, I use my soul,
The stars will attest to that.
If I lie, I lie with the world,
And if I should, it would be poetry,
It would be true.

So wait for me, for I love you.
And I am coming for you,
So wait for me.*

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