by: Anne Stephanie Cruz
Tag-tuyo na naman.
Tapos na ang panahon ng morkon at hamon.
Buong Disyembre ring nagpakasasa sa sarap ng karne.
Pumapalatak pa, napapapikit,
ninanamnam ang bawat pagsimsim sa katas ng malasang laman.
Bihira kasing mamantikaan ang mga labi.
Bihasa na ang mga daliri sa paghimay ng tuyong
saglit lang idinarang sa mainit na kawali.
Manhid na sa halos isang taong pagdidildil,
matugunan lamang ang kalam ng kalamnan.
Ngayon, tag-tuyo na naman.
Ngunit di tulad ng mga nagdaang panahon,
may kislap sa mga matang maghihintay na muling masayaran
ng hamon ang mga labi kong inaalat.
Nangangarap na sa darating na taon,
higit isang beses sasapit ang Pasko.
“Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn’t let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.” © Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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12.28.2005
12.27.2005
senryu
**i didn't realize i have an assortment of senryu stored in my mobile phone...
i.
honey comb
on jet black hair---
tonight's moon
ii.
raising the drawbridge
i leave you stranded
under the rain
iii.
whiffs of saki--
a hungry mouth
tasting another
iv.
sweet saki
coming down my throat
more than once tonight
v.
fire eater
kissing flaming batons
at intervals
--stephie
i.
honey comb
on jet black hair---
tonight's moon
ii.
raising the drawbridge
i leave you stranded
under the rain
iii.
whiffs of saki--
a hungry mouth
tasting another
iv.
sweet saki
coming down my throat
more than once tonight
v.
fire eater
kissing flaming batons
at intervals
--stephie
12.21.2005
Return
by: Constantine P. Cavafy
Return often and take me,
beloved sensation, return and take me
when the memory of the body awakens,
and an old desire runs again through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember....
Return often and take me,
beloved sensation, return and take me
when the memory of the body awakens,
and an old desire runs again through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember....
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