Note For Siargao (2) Poem by RIC BASTASA

Note For Siargao (2)



my dear
when you find love
on the mustache of
of your
lover,
count the days,
for as you said,
the days in the city
do not sleep,
and the word
commitment is
no longer found
and you may
not hear it from the
very tongue
that licks the whiteness
of your skin

Friday, November 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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