Tonight, as we discern the rising of the moon
in a single perception you tell me
that you can offer not the sweetest flavors
of desire for many lovers have already known
the secrets of your skin.
Memories of which instantly make you
as brittle as the pages of old books
kept in the darkest corners of libraries.
And I am diminished
to this lonely longing of lust:
I masturbate my mind hoping to reach
the whiteness of your navel.
(Published, Philippine Graphic, March 27, 2006)
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