by Armineonila M.
what's your alignment
in this arduous soil?
Do roaring decibels
mount your tongue
in the tune of a death march
unto undying armour of hope?
I eat the eyes that swallow you;
corrupt the minds which comfort you;
to feel how much you have grown
short; as stallions' scavenged zone.
Only as my heart reached harbour
that you planted scimitars here under
your fertile breath, that's weaving
some tapestry of arid thoughts.
Must I kill the spirits
that breed these lines,
or feed them again
with vintage spoons?
furnish me an oasis
of aged moons
or sit me amidst
and potent walls,
stirred by obscure hands
Let me move at dwarf's length
to peer at your window
like you peer at mine;
so together, we watch
winged royalties in the sky;
flapping away imported dust
chewed on modern lips
that taste of strange champaign
which poisons the caverns within.
upon my frowning lamp
did I meet your faded ornaments;
but let me caress the hollows of your soul
and dent my mind
into you, for once,
as you rouse deep in my skin,
while I glare at your exotic eye
*First published in TAWAYA: Sa Ngalan ni Lope K. Santos (Anthology #9: Poems on Nature), ed. Alexander de Juan, Philippines, 2010.
Last updated August 03, 2011