Scorching Summers
tonight
I Wait
for You
as I always do
especially in summers such as this
scorching summers
that scream sweat and sex
and yet
You never come
even when You do
and so
tonight
I made love
to the Dark
thick and throbbing until
it shattered
into a thousand drops
each one a stolen kiss from heaven
wetting me
Whetting me
in summers such as this
scorching summers
that wither both weeds and willows
one can forget
that even the soul can get parched.
[Cordero, May 2008]
May 6th, 2008 at 5:04 am
hands down.
summer heat. desire. flesh. what can we, mere mortals do?
“the night was so parched
and so were we
with skin and moan
and juices of love divine.
we made love when the day
was to end, when rain was away.”
May 13th, 2008 at 2:42 am
Similar sentiment, different weather…
BAGUIO, THE RETURN
Cold
I whisper to the wind
as I fold myself
like a fan.
I have no one to hold:
No fingers fusing
like candles melting
in the dark.
In Burnham Park
I walk
with nobody to talk to
but myself.
Shadows
of my own making
stalk me in silence,
repeating everything
I do.
Is it your absence
I seek
among the pines?
Or the reek
of your presence
like the needles
pin-pricking my senses
with their scent?
Are you heaven-sent,
an angel invisible
but omnipresent?
Or the devil
come to torture my soul
with the mist,
like dragon’s breath
that shrouds
Baguio with myths?
- Ralph Semino Galán