a mouthful 2
believe me,
you never drifted
away
from my consciousness
the day
your lips
crossed the
borderline
of innocence.
those lips, the shape of the
moon
since then,
when i think
of your lips
the color of bosom
the taste of cigar
i am
reminded
of the thngs
i've lost
and of what i have not said
but what scares me most now,
my love,
is knowing
that this taste
particularly
peculiar,
the feel of your lips
mapping my memory
will just be a memento
a keepsake
not worthy of
forgetting.
*suntukin mo na ko dok. now na
Sir Mots, na-iba na pala blog layout mo. Hongganda! at di talaga kami masanay dyan sa pagiging romantic mo. Go lang! :))
ReplyDeletemasakit ba ngipin mo sir? hehehe
ReplyDeleteNaks, nainggit naman ako sa layout mo, ser mots. Ituro mo naman sa isang hampaslupang tulad ko paano ito o,, pur-leassseeee ... LOL! :D
ReplyDeletesir mots, gud eve po! my gf o asawa n po ba kau? tanong lg po. hehehe. parang nalito ako sa bagong layout nyo pero astig! mas ok!
ReplyDeletenababakas sa drowing ang pinagdadaanan ng nilalang na ito.
ReplyDeletenice..
ReplyDeleteanganda ng gnwa nyo at angaling nyo po..^_^
wow naramdaman ko ang sakit...
ReplyDeleteeepal lang ako hehehhe
ReplyDeletei doubt,
i remained adrift
here
in your consciousness
the day
these lips
reached the
threshold
of understanding.
those lips, full
since then,
your thoughts
of my lips
the touch of pink
the sweet chocolate
that you
longed
this taste
that you found
lingered
and what is more,
your love,
is having
this taste
genuinely
special,
the memory of my lips
etched in yours
dagdag na epal po, naputol yata sa na-cut and paste, hindi ko napalitan :D
ReplyDeletewould be cherished
and welcomed
truly worthy of all
remembering.