As one grows older,
the contours of the human anatomy
becomes known territory
Whispered words to the ears, a slight scent of sampaguita
The checks explored, the mouth, the nose
And lower down to the twin peaks of Mayon and Beyond
Lower down the navel, explored one
Was Quijano de Manila wrong?
The unforgetful scent of Middle Creation,
Aha, this where it all began, from
Eden Garden!
Unless, it is a friendly cheek, the unexpected
social peck
Tempted to kiss with or without the fragrance
Was it a Judas kiss? Betrayed a friend to its
regret
The Poets have writ of kisses, forgettable yet
How can I hold in old time see, a remembered
Night a Silent sea.
My lips have touched the sun, many a
day
walking through roads, no tire treads
have been
Carabao step marks after a shower rain.
I trod the same road, without a shoe, now
wonder why my feet gets sore
a sharp pebble touches my sole.
My lips have touched the rain, no house
to shelter
I wish it short, for home is far.
My lips have touched the water, salty water
It is not far; it is all around us, ISLANDER!
At other times, the murky water brings the mud
To places, food plants grow and nourish
My lips has likewise touched the moon, as children
playing in the light
I would have kissed the plane during a first
Airplane ride to Tokyo
The Imperial hotel where we overnight stayed,
after were bussed.
