
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