Kenneth Cabauatan Poems
In Memoriam, Through A Cigarette Stick
i lit one cigarette;
a cryptic background music lulls me,
bringing me back where we first pledged our love.
love so pure and innocent, un-mired by any sensuous aspiration,
not wanting more, but just a gentle kiss from your loving lips,
and a warm embrace that seems to last a lifetime.
every trailing puff, from my dwindling stick, it beckons,
bringing out every single memory of you.
your smiles, your touch and your gentle gazes;
every single smoke brings out a bitter, yet sweet after-thought;
where we could be together, once again to renew our ...
Death By Batirol
i fell in love with you, at the first taste;
you beckon me, like a whore from araneta -
“come hither, nay not thither, let's share our passion for the night,
for a cheap price, let's revel like lovers in delight”
but oh, how can i love you?
you are dark as mud, as dark yet rich, like sin;
you drawn me near, with your earthy and sensuous aroma.