Supermoon Effect And Other Bruises Poem by Santiago Villafania

Midnight wind
bring her this breath of jasmine
return with her kiss

or with her scent
to lull me into sleep

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if i breathe poetry
it is to give birth to stars
and that ancient fire-

the substance that shaped the heart
and the womb of a woman

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shinobi walk
in the flooded streets of
Manila

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calm before the storm–
perhaps in another life
you are my tempest

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closest encounter
fingers cross for clearer skies–
super supermoon

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now give me your storm
i am but a naked poem
written on a wall

your silence is drowning me
into the ocean of verbs

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morning drizzle–
in the northern hemisphere
a summer solstice

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rice in a box
on a rainy night-
my bohemian life

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it will pass i know
after the summer solstice–
this madness called love

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facebook–
the narcissism
that fuels the web

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in search of new earths–
sending my verses
into deep space

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a long Sunday–
so tired of waiting for
a word from you

i am still hoping to see
the supermoon tonight

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Arjuna
you have two targets to bleed–
the moon and my heart

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moon over Dasma–
there's a sad song in the air
longing to be heard

and there's a poem in my head
that's yearning to be written

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silence–
this purple rain again
this emptiness

i think i know the answer
but not what the heart desires

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letting them fall into places
the broken pieces of my self

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undeath me a poem
with one sweep of a verb-kiss
from your sapphic lips