february love

i stopped blogging (i.e., recording my experiences) roughly a month ago, because of two reasons. one was because of this boy who made me realize how transient things truly are (and who i don't want to talk about any further), and the other one was because i rediscovered a long forgotten passion.

i've been writing poetry since highschool, as i remember. my poems are garbage, of course, but they've always liberated me in one way or another. i found many disposable, (but) valued little details in my life - details that can easily get erased in highly-edited blog posts - recyclable and recycled in my poems.

poems were my personal, handy mementos of an otherwise would-be forgotten past, way before the blog thing arrived. i traded it off for the latter, obviously, for a couple of years.

but now, i'm back, and it feels so damn good. i'm back to believing that there's nothing better than creating absolutely crappy poetry.

and it's funky to add that this rekindling started just a couple of weeks ago, just this february. probably, this is a sour love life transformed: devoid of men, i retorted by resorting to my poems for a cuddle.

now, before the introduction becomes four times longer than the main deal, i present to you, one of my poems:

panandalian
(para kay j.)

tulog ang talinhaga
dito sa madilim na parte
ng paslit na pagnanasa. iisa lamang
ang kahulugan ng nakapatong
na kamay ko sa nahihiyang dulo
ng hita mo, o ng kaunting pisil sa iyong akbay.
subukan man nating gawing metaporikal
ang bawat galaw, pareho nating alam
na paghalik ang paghalik mo sa aking kamay.
na kapag sinabi kong mahal kita,
susuklian mo ng mahal mo din ako,
at wagas tayong magmamahalan habang buhay
ang tagay ng beer.