you and Geo

*

those hands of yours i love them,
like how calloused they've been through
time and whenever i see your stories
every moment we draw circles with our tongues
on each other's palms.
it's when i let those fingers run my face that
i feel how it so be adored, tender and wild.

those hands of yours, i love them,
like how we hold pans and mixing bowls and
let our waistlines do the talking as we
cook things and stories in the kitchen.
then, we consume all that is cooked, and all
that is raw.

these hands of mine, know the Geography of your
abdomen and chest, that your stomach are Spanish walls
and your collarbone tastes like Brazil.
these hands of mine found the best post-orgasm spot
in the world, and that is your chin, held so soft
between them,

then we kiss to the music of our souls
and our bodies fall to sleep, bare, whole.
and yes, in the middle of the night i catch you
taking photos of my face, asleep

and so the morning will catch us awake,
making out with the sound of the rain from the North
making love, forgetting if it's the fifth or the fourth.
*

the tides, part 6

Note : The following is an original story by the author. While he believes in the idea of intertextuality, he is also a firm believer of the concept of intellectual property, and will invoke his rights under the Copyright Law to the full extent, should his story be subjected to acts of plagiarism.
________________
In the end, the light from their bedside lamp could not compete. It grew paler with each passing moment, as the warm glow of tangled hearts and limbs slowly lit up the room, throwing frenzied shadows along the walls. The old airconditioner nearly broke down with the rising heat, and the green curtains turned yellow with envy. In the aftermath, their once-pristine sheets lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, drenched in sweat. Clem’s head remained buried, deep in Theo’s chest; his ears still throbbed in unison with Theo’s heartbeat, when he heard him ask—

“Why did you say hi?”

“Huh?”

Clem looked up, struggling to see Theo’s face through sweaty eyebrows, as his eyes still stung from the sweat. He just closed them and listened to Theo’s voice, as it went on—

“At the party, when we first met. Why did you say hi?”

Clem knew at once. It wasn’t a question that demanded answers. It was a question asked in dreamy tones, in a voice that only Theo can deliver, in a perfect mix of wonder and innocence. They have played at it for as long as he could remember, and this would be the time when they would lie side by side, facing each other, to look into each other’s eyes—

“Oh, that question again?” A teasing look would erupt upon Clem’s eyes, cascading like dazzling fireworks in a cloudless night sky.

“I just needed to be sure”.

“To be sure of what?”

“That you did not confuse me with someone else, hehe.” At this point, Theo’s hands would already be running through Clem’s hair, picking up a bunch of strands to twirl delicately through his fingers, ever delighting with their silken smoothness.

“Why would I take you for somebody else? Did I look like I confused you with somebody else that night?”

“No, I just...”

“Shh... no need to talk, then.”

Fevered kisses in lamplight.

“But you’re a matinee idol, and I’m just one of the regular guys”.

“Who says you’re regular? You’re the most special person in my life”.

behind the covers

for behind the covers

he wrapped her in his arms so tight

she felt the thoughts of his brain

the beating of his heart

the hardness of his desire

so electric

so wonderful

---

from the erotic writings of Claire

hold your breath and take my hand,
let me roll you on that golden sand

as we make love, i'll watch the sea in your eyes,
in the glow where the silver moon dies

let us move me closer to creation

with your vaginal excretion

and my penile explosion

and make beautiful works of art

as colors of ecstasy

envelope your body

bundak

-

sa pagbundak sang ulan
ang imo mahumok nga kamot ginakahidlawan
arang,pagdakup mo sa akon nga liog
pagdilap, pag puron puron nga daw man-og
sa atop gadalhay ang kabasa sang langit
daw balhas nimo nga sa akon hita, nagahapit
ginapiyong ang hunahuna sa kada daguob
daw imo mga ugayong kag hinay nga ngurob.

sa pagbundak sang ulan
ginakahidlawan ko ang imo ulonan
kag ang pagkalam sang akon tutunlan
samtang ginahimas mo ang imo atubangan.

-

Sa ilalom sa tugkaran

Ulahing tayhop para mamatay ang kandila,

Agiik sa kawayang salog sa kada tamla.

Mga lakang sa tiil nagdahunog,

Gagmay'ng hunghong gapaningog.

Dayon silang duha mibuklad sa banig ug habol,

Tagingting sa bakos nga giwakli mikagulkol.

Pitik sa panty ug pantalon ang misunod

Mga ngabil nga gapanikla sa kada sakyod

Gamay nga syagit nilabaw sa tunga

Ligid-ligid sila, mura'g walay ugma

Duha ka lawas nagka-hi-usa,

Mga agayay gahinayhinay ug dugwa.

Uyog sa mga haliging gasagiik,

Nagkakusog, mura'g naay mubusdik.

Uyog sa payag miabot sa kusina,

Kagilkil mga plato, tinidor ug kutsara.

Sa tukna nga hapit na sila mahuman

Ako, nga dia sa ilalom sa tugkaran,

mihinayhinay ug tindog para dili makit-an.

Apan sa wa damhang panghitabo

ang bugsay nga gisandig,

nahulog patubang sa akong ulo.

balak ni gongong

----

this poem as the author puts it, is a parody of kikit's When two become one and he meant it to be comical and amusing.