Saturday, October 17, 2015

Before Sunrise


She rises and walks to the edge. She steals a glance back. Less lewd than a Wink but effective enough to beckon Him to follow.

The conversation transitioned from dried fish to coconut oil to hemorrhoids to the President.

The question was simple, finite. Yes or No? He answers the Invitation

Its oddness made its simplicity profound. Profound and Criminal.

Every smile with an invitation to kiss, a taboo; every kiss an abomination; the remainder, unspeakable.

And when darkness swallowed the silence, their sweat challenged the humidity of the tent.

On her mouth a hand, tasked to suppress a sound—born a moan, escapes a whimper.

The rhythm, carefully controlled—slow, intimate, impatient.

And With a consummating clench, they surrendered to the Explosion!


And it was a good morning.

The CLIMB




THE TRAIL

The beginning,

The mud; stubborn, taunting

The wind; unrelenting, whimsical, impulsive, destructive

The blade of grass; sinister, cunning—Where did you come from?

The heat; piercing, punishment personified 

The rain; unpredictable, foreboding, calm, turbulent, mild, strong

The end; jubilation!

THE SUMMIT


Friday, October 16, 2015

BRIDGES

where the Agno River feeds the Ambuklao Reservoir
In life you'll be crossing different waters.
Some are turbulent and some are deep.
But there will always be a bridge for you to get across.


But sometimes the water's too deep that part of the bridge gets submerged.
But that's fine, you just have to get your feet wet and you'll get to the other side.

YOU deserve a holiday!

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