your kiss
delicate
to the touch
my lips
on yours
we kiss
sparks
they fly
like us
we're high
when
we
kiss

our kiss
passionate
taste it
my lips
on yours
we kiss
magic
ignites
like us
we're high
when
we
kiss

the birds tweet,
i do not tingle.
the wind blows through my hair,
i do not tingle.
you touch me,
i feel sparks
as if
an electric current is passing through me
and that's when
i tingle.
    
                                                                ­ - g.w

I am the summer sparkler,
Clutched between the
Sticky fingers of a child.  

I burn bright and fast,
My shivers lingering
Behind closed eyelids.

I shutter with light,
Brought to life with a match,
Dripping with flare.

I am kindled and caressed
By the night air and
The eyes of all.

I am a short lived passion,
Marveled and held tightly
Until I sizzle into darkness.

I wonder if you felt them too
The mix of sparks and butterflies
When we danced
I could feel fireworks in my fingertips
And a butterfly dance in my stomach
And I hope that you felt them too
Because they were magical
And I want to feel them again
Hopefully, I will soon
And maybe we will become more than what we are
Because I've never gotten shivers from a hug
And I've never wanted to see a face as much as I like seeing yours
And I'm intrigued to find out what this is
And when we were dancing
They couldn't have been just me
So tell me you could feel them too

It's funny how you're my sun,
Warming my soul on the coldest of days
When the piercing stilettos of winter
Penetrate my body.
Yet on other days you burn my skin
Like a million untamed sparks
Lunging at the hand of the man
Who feeds the flames
Because he doesn't want to see them die.

You opened your sun roof,
It'd been hours
Your arm around me,
No man-made move.

We started at the stars,
You let out your thoughts
And I couldn't believe who you'd become,
Who you are.

You'll never be mine,
I will never be yours
But in that moment
I wanted a little more.

As time progressed
And the stars dimmed
I laid my seat back
And let you do the rest.

The music playing
Got lower
And as your lips found mine
I'd forgotten everything we'd been saying.
Time had paused,
We were back to that time when we were
Kids
and the stars soared.

No truth in the air,
Your hands on my hips
No internal despair.

18, 19.
The stars are out
And the boy I once saw,
Once wanted
Is finally seen.

But the sun will come up,
And the sun roof will close
And time will resume
And we will never again be as close.

I thirst for you but without proper size cup, what justifies reason.
Beginning to turn the faucet to a slow drip.
Little beads of water subsiding in memory.
Beginning to fill the cusp of hands.
Overflowing
Cascading into the true desire of drenched hands.
Holding near the thought of you.
Splashing down into the ****** of euphoria.
The beads of water that explode on impact in the palms of open hands.
Drops that cover everything in sight, feeling without thought.
This urge predicted with each turn under the faucet of pure bliss.
Unknowingly knowing the feel of your cheeks.
The press of your smile. Tattooed against skin.
The very throb of your soul pulsating against the wrinkles of my hand.
The ripples that occur with each and every thought.
I long for your empathy.
To quench such thirst

Pag mulat ng mga mata
Mukha mo ang nakita
Sandaling nagkatitigan
Natalo, inalis aking mga mata
Samantalang ika'y patuloy sa pagsulyap
Hanggang sa nakababa kana pala ng bus
Paglingon ko'y wala kana
Lumingon sa paligid, anino mo'y di makita


Ako'y nagsisi
Sana ako'y ngumiti
Nauna ang hiya
Tuloy ika'y nawala
Hindi ko alam
Kung bakit ganoon aking pakiramdam
Ng ika'y biglang nawala
Hindi ka man lang nakilala

Today was the first time we ever met.
You were smiling.
To think that any other day there could have been a frown on your face.
But today, today you were smiling.