I found the moon
somewhere far from here.
But I thought she
knows me the same way
she did before—
now she's nothing but
a dream
I'm hoping to forget.
A forbidden love
from a forbidden island—
oh, I hope the sun rises
before the night
takes me away again.

I miss you.

My kanluran is your nán
but my seas are my sons
and my seas are mine.
It's spelled as seas,
not to be misread as seize.
Feel an unforgiving mother's wrath
through the heat of my sun.

To fully understand this is to bridge
The hundred islands of Pangasinan,
Or to darken the sands of Boracay.
I say, let alone the confusion,
The thrill, the beauty,
And let us love terribly, fully,
Crazy, and make sweet follies,
In the simplest way
We could ever know,
Saying,

Love does not ask,
And does not answer.
It only feels.*

© 2015 J.S.P.