if you could only touch
the warmth inside my body
you will burn
as i burn with the look
...
If loving me differently
is the tight embrace of our thighs
the crescendo of kisses on necks and lips
breeze-like whispers of broken words
...
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The harbor is a tapestry:
old and new, young and old
images of a place crawling
...
We begin by speaking directly
to the deaths and disappointments.
Here we begin to fill in the spaces
of silence between us. For it is between
...
I was the collateral damage
To your moving on.
Your leaving was a bomb
...
A quick farewell.
We refuse each other’s eyes
they paint wide strokes
of sadness and fears.
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stars afloat the skies
beyond Laguna de Bai
pens are shimmering skeletons
...
It could have been
Our sea of hope.
Volcanic sand held our feet
Firmly, stones balancing
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I want to ask you:
When our bodies touch
Gliding like ice in a summer day
Hands akin to an eye
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