Tuesday, December 9, 2008

in remembrance

my sheets burst in flames
as we crackled like firecrackers
lighting up the gloom

in the silence of our cooling bodies
i planted a delicate kiss
on your nape, eyes closed

uttering a silent prayer
for each sweat-soaked thread
tasting all things stale and bitter-sweet

now in cinders


Niel Camhalla said...

nagsimulang erotika natapos sa drama!

"for to utter a silent prayer"
the "for" sounds awkward...

zee said...

oh wow, a very nice poem about passion and its aftermath!

have a way
with words.