Goddess

Goddess

My lover awaits you

Hurry into his dreams

Step into his songs

His poetry crafted after the

gentle curves of your

gentile silhouette

Down the tower you climb

Out of coffee-stained pages you rise

Into the water you wade

Trees whisper your name

Where is he? My lover

Its leaves rustle

They echo his name

I searched in frantic

Juxtaposed light and shadows

Untangled space and time, there

My lover lounging on your bosom

Prisoner to your embrace

Drunken in the

salty liquid of your desire

Goddess

Conniving
Evil
Bitch

You will not suck him dry

Your constellation will soon fall

On the morrow, he will be mine

* V-Ray, #1 of Goddess series

* image: http://kimolsen.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/goddess-3.jpg

Anonymous Kitchen

A friend, once dear, told me that the hardest part about having a broken heart is dining alone.

On a cold January morning, I was Kitchen’s first customer, sans the broken heart, but it was very sad nonetheless. While waiting for my Salmon and consciously sipping my Pandan Iced Tea, I was not oblivious to the fact that I was the only diner in Greenbelt 3 with my beehind for a companion. So as not to stare straight ahead like a harlot waiting for her amore, I pretended to be occupied with writing. In truth, I was berating myself for not tagging Sudoku along.

Slowly I pick up the pieces of a broken heart,
Shattered by an unwitting shadow of days gone by. And
Even when pain is silenced by space and time,
It illuminates in the darkness of the night. Oh
Let a dying Casanova resurrect this heart of mine!
Slowly I pick up the pieces,
Gently I mend.

Last Night

Last night

My bed was a placid sea
Of lucid premonitions
Like gentle waves
They frolicked in my sleep
Away from the day’s delirium

Last night
Your eyes were like the setting sun
Still and distant
They sank over the horizon
As the night embraced me
Into your dark spell

Last night
I drank wine
From your intoxicating mouth
Your lips supple like grapes
Of red and satin thirst
I drowned in your abysmal kisses

Tonight
I stare at white sheets
And close my eyes
Visions of your naked skin appear
Like dandelions from the midnight sky
Brush my chest with subtlety

Tonight
I caress your hair
When dreams beset me
Like a dark river your hair
Flows through my body
And bathe me with temptation

Tonight
I close my eyes
And await your silhouette
Dreams of naked promises
Of pillowing and stained sheets
Your starlit eyes and venomous lips

The night
My abyss of secrets and dreams
Eyes closed from the tempest
Unlit room and shadowy blanket
I wait for my midnight visitor
Every night, like the night before that.

- Shogunoka, 11/2008