unransomed

Barely peering from the secluded Arayat,
the sun wearily surrenders
to the creeping night of Gapan,
letting my rampart be carpeted
in dead monochrome.
I witness my prancing spirit,
Wandering restlessly, searching
For your Narcissan beauty
To tranquilize this raving madness
Of an anxious moth in me,
Excited and persistent
To impress a kiss
In your rapturous flame.
Alas! In the rice paddies,
I chance upon you
Sitting unflinched,
Trifling with the entirety
of the world
in your young hands.
I go near you,
Open you inside out
And have found
Your unchanged heart,
Savoring pursuits
Of celebrity and crystal pleasures
While unfeeling of my existence.
Like a ready prey
To a ruthless sphinx,
I begin yielding
to the claws of death again,
bleeding more profusely than before,
eluding your puritan smile
that can’t be my salvation
anymore.