Pabulusok na ang ginintuang hari
sa dulong kanluran.
rumuronda na ang mga paniki,
nakadapo na ang mga ibon.
tumitili ang mga kuliglig
kasabay ng walang patid na
sagutan ng mga palaka.
ang mga butiki naman ay
humahalik na sa lupa.
malamig na hangin
ang madaramang sumisipol sa pandinig
at pumupukol ng mumunting alikabok
upang ipaalam
ang malambing nitong dampi.
maya-maya lang ay sisibol na
ang nagkikintabang kurap
ng mga mumunting kulisap
sa kalangitan
upang ito'y ilawan hanggang umaga.

Dry lips
Gnashing teeth;
All the words
that come out
of it
are lies,
His words
are dusky and
beasty-
there's rage
and no sign
of guilt
Like it was kept
for a long time,
His heart
is a dark
hidden sanctuary
with cast off
memories
and lifeless
moments;
He is a liar

Hazel.
Yes, that was his eye shade.
And a perfectly defined jaw-line.
Lustrous, dusky skin,
Somber smile.
Enigmatic, yet soothing.
And with a hundred poetic metaphors
I could define his beauty to me
But I fell in love
With the way his darkness
dazzled like a flame
smouldering him from within
Leaving me perplexed
every time I muse on
my reason to cringe from dark
afraid of what I couldn't see?
Or of what I just might?
Unresolved, every time
Every time, digressed
Hazel.
They spoke it all to me
Of stories written beneath the skin
Dusky, lustrous, a tinge of mystery
Somber, and enigmatic
His smile, one wonder of this universe
Hollow and dull and beautiful
Creation of the finest of poets
And I fell in love with him.