I miss Naga City evenings and how I've been coaxed,
always gently,
to embrace her even if I was
to reek of alcohol before she retired.
Evenings always come and go, resembling one another
but never once tried to duplicate each other.
That Naga City dawn was a woman too.
My other lover, she was
the perfect concubine for a waning love for self,
under a Quince Martirez sky.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:08 PM UTC
I miss Naga City evenings and how I've been coaxed,
always gently,
to embrace her even if I was
to reek of alcohol before she retired.
Evenings always come and go, resembling one another
but never once tried to duplicate each other.
That Naga City dawn was a woman too.
My other lover, she was
the perfect concubine for a waning love for self,
under a Quince Martirez sky.