*Minutes are myths
Seconds seemed syrupy.
Each time, when we kiss, as smiles
Pave way for us, ever so close,
And the mood is righting all our wrongs,
Dear, you eat away from Time,
Biting at its ear with a giggle. No wonder,
When Manong Sorbetero passes by,
And when we hear one shouts Taho,
The passion lives on, stirring from within,
We will touch with our tongues still,
Precise, tugging at our words,
Or the sword of approval, sometimes,
Uniting us. In the distance,
There's a jealous light on a staircase
In the distance, carefully descending.
And the flashes in the sky, how majestic
May they seem, anger in colors
Of leaves and daffodils, are nothing
But a Man-of-war embarking
On the deeper seas.*
© 2016 J.S.P.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
*Minutes are myths
Seconds seemed syrupy.
Each time, when we kiss, as smiles
Pave way for us, ever so close,
And the mood is righting all our wrongs,
Dear, you eat away from Time,
Biting at its ear with a giggle. No wonder,
When Manong Sorbetero passes by,
And when we hear one shouts Taho,
The passion lives on, stirring from within,
We will touch with our tongues still,
Precise, tugging at our words,
Or the sword of approval, sometimes,
Uniting us. In the distance,
There's a jealous light on a staircase
In the distance, carefully descending.
And the flashes in the sky, how majestic
May they seem, anger in colors
Of leaves and daffodils, are nothing
But a Man-of-war embarking
On the deeper seas.*
© 2016 J.S.P.
