Pag-ibig

Lapnos sa balat,

kumukulong tubig.

Isa pang halik na gumagayat sa dila,

tusok ng tinik sa ngalangala.

Isa pang hawak sa kamay, ang latay

deretso sa pulso.

Matapos, itong latigo ring ito

ang bibigti sa iyong

guni-guni, makatang panglaw

na naghahanap ng maisusulat

Dahil wala nang iba.

Reminiscence

The soft-spoken breeze

of the night kissed

the roof and

the sky fell.

Unstable rafters cannot

at all make a home or

a refuge.

None could foretell, only

it has a sturdy surface;

yet, indeed, it has a delicate soul.

And none could predict

it could transcend a storm

when it could not even support

Itself.

In this space where once

stood a grand facade,

back in the golden days of yore,

Now there is but dust,

and debris

and the soft-spoken breeze of the night.