Wednesday, December 17, 2008

the tryst

amidst these boxes, stacked and labeled--
things owned and quietly forgotten;
amidst these dingy walls and forlorn floors,
and cobwebs gingerly hanging

we jostle and tumble, hungry and heaving--
thigh slide on thigh, hurried and clamping;
dribbling shallow breaths, back and forth
back and forth; yours to mine, mine to yours

tongues grope, thrust and flick,
eyelids fluttering quick;
backs arch, and buttocks glide,
bee stings blossom on backsides

we rise and ebb with the flood of our sweat,
rolling ruggedly on the dust carpet
of the stone-cold floor, as we fall asleep
caked with mud, as midnight creeps.

4 comments:

Mr. Scheez said...

Hmmm, I was kinda expecting you would use the word gyrate. Hihihihi =)

Naaah, this is your poem naman eh. Hihihihi =)

khaye said...

this is well written. the words are poiwerful .:) keep writing!

eli said...

hi. nasundan ko ang link mo sa blog ko. galeng nman ng poems mo. astig ka!

Rchrd said...

Hey there! I found your blog from gravity's site. I have a poem exactly like this in one of my previous blogs. I will try to look for it and perhaps you can visit my site. Keep writing!