Its you....
That tickle my tummy that much
The one that make me giggle
The one that make me made a strange high pitch voices
The one that make me up all night and wondering all day
Its your hair
Its your smile
Its your scent
Its your move

I was wondering
How could i possibly let myself stop thinking of you..
Being here..
With me..

Where the candles illuminate your face..
Where my dreams get the illumination just right..
I see you there for a moment for an eternity..
As my dream candles reflect in your eyes..
You light up my darkness with your luminescent soul..

I want to mark my body with
bruises from  deep kisses
adventure laden scars
and a mouthful of Mraz’s words
inked under my skin saying
“We’ve got some joy in this thing”

I will run alongside
every highway
every route
to find you
in the next city
the next crossroad
the next nowhere
I will get lost
and you will too
only to find your home
in my arms
and I’ll find mine
in your heart

I want to find you
in the mist
in the mildew
in the slow, sure sunrise
Along the seams of the crumpled sheets
          bursting and stained with love
on the edge of the bed
I want to find you there
and share a singular bitter cup
sweetened with kisses
in between sips

You are dust swimming
through sunbeams in the morning,
sunbeams that pass the slit of my bedroom curtain
like spotlight. You are the main act.

I wait for you to settle on the floor
and ******* away.
You ******* away
and I breathe you in.
I breathe you in despite

the irritating possibilities.
Despite you,
you, making me heady
you, making my eyes watery, red
you, making my nose drip, my heart bleed.
I breathe you in, still.

You are a moment,
the longest suspension of time
before a long awaited sneeze.

You are dust, love,
sometimes we all are.
You are that.
And antihistamine.
And much more,
so much more.

Dear heart
Be still for a while

Stop running around
Like you’re high
On caffeine
Calling names of them
Boys you hardly know

It’s a game we have
Not played
For long

So be still
Be still, my heart
Before you become
A falling spree

I’d give you every coin I have in my pocket
Ask you to throw away those packs of cigarette
And flush down those butts down the toilet
I’d give you all the coins and ask you to buy candies instead
like we used to
When we wore matched shirts
with smears of ice cream on our chins
or skimmed milk lining the corners of our mouths
We’ve fought our wars, you and I
Pillow battles and word fights
And maybe you don’t remember but I
was the one who’d tuck you in at night
Sneaking a sip from your baby formula

Now maybe we’re too old for that
Maybe I’ll let you have all the coins in my pocket
And maybe I’ll let you buy your cigarette
And you’d let me have your beer instead

They break at the edge of sea
Those secrets beneath the skin
The deep sadness of distance
And the absence of the gentle tug
Of the waves
Retreating

Nagdasal at humingi ng isang tao
Na magtutulak sa akin para bitiwan na ang panulat na ito
Isang tonelada at mahigit na ang mga salitang pasan ngunit hindi pa rin ako nabibigatan.

Mali ang akala.
Hindi pa pala.
Lalo lang umitim ang tinta.
Dumiin sa papel ang pluma.

Nanatili pa ding naka-dantay
ang mga salita sa namimitig kong kamay.
Hinihintay nalang mamanhid
para hindi manatiling nakasilid
ang mga naipon na tula't sanaysay na wala nang saysay.

Hindi na ko humihiling
ng isang dahilan na dadating
na aalayan nitong mga salitang
naririnig at binabasa lamang.

Mga letra na binibigyang kulay,
nagkakaiba lamang sa kung sino ang bumubuhay.
Nakakapagod mag pinta
kung ang bawat makakakita ng obra,
babaguhin ang imahe sa kung ano ang nasa harapan nila hindi man lang isipin na magkakaiba tayo ng mata.
Inilarawan **** berde, gagawin nilang kahel.
Tinta mo na asul, hahawakan at magiging pula.

Siguro nga itong mga kamay na biyaya,
hindi na para sa papel at tinta.
Kasabay ng maraming paalam
ang huling isinulat na liham.