sucking the grey

as i sit under this big dark umbrella
of this popular metropolitan cafe
an image of
my heart i imagine,
cold black steel
chair, i compare it to,
the one i am using right now
as i try to rest my body
tired from waiting.

you have crossed
my mind once
again, it left
another scar,
blood rushing, like
droplets of
water after the thunder
had slit the dark sky.
like pouring sorrow
down the dusty
urban roads, thick
mud begins to form.

as thick as the time and
space that obstructs us to
be together.

unfamiliar faces surround me,
they are strangers but
we share something in
common, the grey
smoke that comes out
of our mouths
after sucking the bitter
sweet comfort th cigarette gives
something you cling to
especially on days
such as this one.

on the hook

You were singing
Your songs of passion: no longer i.
Gazing at the dark
Streets, dressed
With dust and asphalt
Unaware
That I was watching you
From faraway.
I have loved you from the beginning
Like the day the
Sun molded the beautiful
People of our Malayan race.

Still I am gazing at you
Until I caught you
Like a fish
Drawn by the tempting
Juice of the worm
On the hook. You come closer,
Closer. Beside me you
Sat, you ate me up,
Instantly no questions asked
No marinating, no preparation
You ate me up
With such hunger
Savagely consuming me.

And now I am churned
Inside your stomach
Your big intestine
Your small intestine
Marring me
I am destroyed, tattered
Oh why my love
How can you break me twice,
Twice and
Counting….

12/7/4
7:07pm (A few minutes before I saw you singing you songs of passion down the dark dusty outskirts of Katipunan.)

drought

like a forgotten river
i am slowly
drying out
each dry earth
cracking up like open mouths
waiting for raindrops
to fill it up
again
i once
soaked
with love of water
so clear
like tiny hands
each droplet trickling down
my skin
caressing me
each with a promise
of forever
but now
the trickling
of water has waned
until one day no more
came to visit.