| Beloved |
| Welcome to my Beloved page. This book was released in February of 2000. This book was a product of a dream i dreamt about my friend Maysa and the Being who loved her. I originally meant to let the short novel stand alone, but when i was in Tagaytay for a workshop with clients who asked for more of my erotic poems, i eventually decided to include them with the book under the heading of Eros, for the second time. You will find none of Maysa's story here, but if you'd like to order a copy, you could do so by sending me an email. My address is [email protected]. |
| Ink on Morocco Paper I can feel your silent breath Burning against my parched valleys, You water my dryness with words That know how to quench�and You satisfy me with the relentless Forays of your vowels and consonants� I am blank-empty with loneliness And you fill me with blooming ideas; You make me want to spread myself Under the heat of a lamp, Or throb under the sun�s caressing warmth� I catch the seeds that sprout from your lips And I drink them into the coldness Of my fertile earth� To echo you into my reality� I bask in the heat of your whispered thoughts And I am bathed in the sweet-salt rain That pours from your liquid heaven� Then when you are done making me yours, With words that join my fibers to your life-blood� To the fulfillment of my wanting� I come. |
| Lunatic II I. The darkness sighs as though expelling from its unfathomable bowels its sorrow at your absence� Even the very stars seem to weep with the mists of a thousand rolling rivers and seas� From afar, the silent trees stand like numb sentinels guarding a graveyard of hope� The leaves shimmer under the doleful caress of a shivering wind� I send out heartfelt prayers on spider-web ladders that bind the earth to your distant light� You shine in some quaint and strange dimension and no matter how desperately I may reach out to hold you, I know that your world will be different� And all I have left, clasped in my arms, is loneliness� II. Oh, the darkness sighs and the stars cry out with unrepressed longing� They reflect the melancholy oceans that stir and crash in the caves of my orphaned heart� I love you� But as I whisper these words in the stillness� The very air dies and shuts me away from your hearing� |
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