These unspoken words,
They recall a moment.
Against the inky black of the sky,
Touch, whisper soft, on skin
Poetry spoken quietly, contented.
Movement, undone by moonlight.
Disquiet soothed by the stars.
A moment of peace in between.

Sa higpit ng iyong mga pagkapit,
nais ko sanang magtanong ng “bakit?”
ngunit labi ay di makapagsalita, na tila ba ang dila ay naipit at napilipit.
Ayaw ko pa sanang tuluyang mapalapit,  
dahil baka sa huli, ito'y magdulot ng sakit;
ngunit kung sakaling mga damdamin ay di na mapigilang
magkalapit,
samahan nati’y ayaw ko sanang magdulot ng pait,
at mabigat na pasakit.


© LMLB

there's freedom in your eyes
sweet escape in your smile
warmth in your touch
comfort in your voice

Death has released her
           from the chains of
                          purgatory.
For it knew that without
balance to weigh the scales,
that they would be relased
      from this eternal silence.

        At least in hell they
could have felt, but here
                           nothingness
was the reminder of their
                         indiscretions.

Death lingered on her outline,
                 neither could harm the
other, where his touch grasped
petals fell and within his cloak
did for a moment a deep silence
              sang for a finite eternity.

A debt was repaid, but there were
           many that both owed each other.
She kissed him on the cheek and flesh
was woven momentarily and a smile
                                        ventured forth
before lips turned to ash petals and
tombstone gazes looked onward.

Expressionless...
The words that paint us.
The loss of words and the loss of feeling between each other is unreal.
Maybe we're not meant to be,
Maybe we're pushing for something that isn't real.
The lack of connection between our lives and our bodies.
Why can't we connect?
Both of our bodies decompressing to the sound of us.
Are we not real?
Are we something unimaginable?
The harder I push and the harder my body tries to be everything
We loose Everything...
Our souls are distant partners whose fates weren't meant to touch.
You're my imagination and I'm your lustful dream.
Take me to the place where our mind and bodies
Touch, Caress, and Embrace one another.
Sad to say Us is my wildest imagination.

The cicada revealed itself to me.
Gray to the touch,
Streamlining itself into oval curves,
To cooperate with the summer storms.
I listened to the tangy air.
Watched as they organized their flight
And as they disappeared
With their flowery baggage
All while lightning struck the air.