Serina Alonzo

Mystical lion of Singapore,
What are you?
They call you...Singha,
And you bathe in gold
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I.

You know I'm not ready to face you.
You're reckless, unbelievable, of a good sort.
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You've stuck around for quite too long for a first love.
You still coil around the arteries of my heart, entangling
Every delicate faculty of it like rope against rope,
Intertwining passionately, moving carefully about
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The poor animal had blood
Dripping from its lips,
For no one had forewarned it
That thornberry branches had thorns.
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In the pool of the world,
She swims, and I watch her.
Underneath the surface is where I find her,
Where there is peace above all stillness
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There’s a sound that I hear that is loud in my ear,
And that sound is the sound of your name, my dear.
Past the crowds, down the hall, a subdued distant voice
Travels waves, resonates, calls above the noise.
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I'm
at the table with you,
sipping coffee and passing time.
I gobble up packets of sweets while
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This is me when I attempt to love in secret: the ball flings
to somewhere over the fence; my foot still thinks it did right,
and that it had never meant to strike a goal anyway. I lose control.
In my hand, I hold something that looks like a sword
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When a child loves, it is pure,
sincere, and founded on good reason, yielding
to what is true and becoming of love,
unfaltering. The child,
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The things I will never fully
Understand about my person:
One, that I hate goodbyes. I could never live with too many.
The sun sets; the sun comes back. People do not
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Graphite against a flush sheet of warm white
Smothery from a huddle of thin gray lines
Misshapen to form an artificial image of me
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See me when I'm happy and know
that I am, too, when I know
that you know I am.
Down with the drama,
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