The sweetness of sugar apples
Refreshes in my memory
With your smile and the scent of your body
While in the pallor you stand shirtless,
Silent as starlight,
Oblivious of brazen hands
Tugging at your towel.
My mind travels,
And as I return to climbing trees
I take the corner you desert,
Feeling the surfaces you’ve touched
To revive the seasoned fruit,
Sensing your wafting fragrance
To relish again an atis’ pulp,
Enduring our distance
To escape a fatal fall
For you come closer to my dream
Than reality can ever call.
The Dumaguete Chill
1 day ago
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