Boracay Fantasy.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

this summer when we are together
in boracay
near as tongue to a cone of strawberry ice cream

i get so close to you that i can feel the 'tanness'
of your tan
tasting like chocolate without sugar
a little bit bitter but

after the sun has passed its joys upon you
brown smooth skin
broad spacious nape and black flowing hair
surfing upon a pair of mountain breasts
with trees as nipples

scented with
southern sea breeze and smelling like fried dried fish beside steam white pearly rice
early morning
with barako coffee and cream and freshly scrambled mayonnaise egg
on a sky blue saucer.

how i wish for a premature evening
beds softer than sand, thoughts ever lovelier than lovers
and such questions as,

'what is this moon saying? '

tonight, you are telling me
your room has no lock and your sister is dating
that new guy in town.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2012

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