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your breath is hot on my shoulders
heavy
with pomegranate juice
purple drops of condensation on my skin

your face
drips of rosewater
tears never salty
or reminiscent of the sea

always sweet
always of spring
elizabeth Aug 2014
A few months ago
I was counting the days
until you left
because your lack of presence
would have been a better present
than the one you didn't give me
for my birthday this year

Every night I would wait
for the day to come
when you wouldn't be near
as if your body was in my bed
pressing down on my chest
until I could no longer breathe

Hating your best friend
will not hurt them
but it will twist your own heart
in ways you never thought possible
and you will pray on stars with fingers crossed
that it might break
or better
stop beating

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
and the tears in our blanket
and the tears in our eyes
have been thoughtlessly mended
with intertwined fingers
in basement bathrooms of bars
we couldn't find again
with a map to guide us

Tomorrow you'll leave me
and move on to adventures
more exciting
than drunk searches
for familiar faces
on streets we could draw perfectly
with blurred vision

I hate to say I'll miss you
and I hate more to see you go
but your darkness was always
darker than mine
and your light was always
too bright for me to look at
so I hope the contrast
of the rainy days and the sunshine
fills you up
in a way nothing else ever has

You were born to fly away
but never given the chance
so I hope you find
that the airplane wings
fit you just right

I hope you accidentally leave
the little broken pieces of yourself
on the cobblestone in London
and in the fountains of Rome
and do not realize it
until you return home

I wish you the best
and the same for myself
because two flowers
cannot grow
in one ***
but if grown separately
they can one day
make a beautiful bouquet
Sutla ang iyong kutis,
Ilang inches na heels
iPad ang hawak
Ayan pa’t naka-Rayban
Kahit taglamig –
Ganyan dito sa abroad
Pasyal dito
pasyal doon
Higit sa lahat
Hindi barya ang sahod.

Padala sa Pinas,
Lahat ay winaldas
Dami pang pasakalye
Datong din pala
Palaman ng inyong mensahe.

Aba’t bida pala si bunso
Sa tropa’t sa eskwela
Hindi ba’t astig?
Pang-party nila’y
Siya ang laging taya!

Ang binata ko’y
Malaki na talaga
Kapapanganak lang daw
Ng bespren nya
Anak, tanong lang
ba’t sa handa nila’y
Ikaw ang itinoka?

Ang ilaw ng tahanan
Na siyang aking iniirog
Sabay sa uso
Nakasisilaw ang alahas
Inubos ata ang bawat perlas
Buti’t nakaahon pa’t
Ayan, kay kumpare pa
Siya’y nakakapit!
At ang nararapat
Na panglamang-tiyan
Kulang pa pala
Kanyang sinapupunan
May bagong buhay
Mahal, saan siya nanggaling?

Puso ko’y nalurak
Ako’y inahas na
Pinagsamantalahan pa
Akala nila’y ok lang
Akala ko’y may babalikan pa
Yung totoo,
Lata’y hiyang-hiya na
Humihikbi ito
Makatikim lamang ng barya
Wala na ang sahod,
Awitin ko’y “Palimos.”

(12/2/13 @xirlleelang)

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