Obed dela Cruz
14 Months After Our Last Dance - Poem by Obed dela Cruz
There were many of us in your debut,
A pile of men with infatuation.
I couldn’t take it, I just left the cue
And gave you a note for your citation.
It was my last poem hinting romance
And I told you I’ll move away for change
To restrain myself from any advance
Of amorousness ‘til it becomes strange.
Although I didn’t write that exactly,
And I may sound today as overstating,
I still see you with camaraderie
While God catches me privately praying.
But my tone of words have turned around far
Because, dear lady, I’m now radical
Not of eros but of something quite bizarre–
Yet it seems to be the most rational.
Sacred advocacy makes the best sense:
The vocation of every believer.
A revolution that is so immense;
Synchronized in each of our endeavor.
I’m here to recruit you, would you join us?
With the Supremo, we can change the world.
I may stay here if you want to discuss,
This is a whole new paradigm unfurled.
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