i spoke of you yesterday
the words rolled
on my sweetened tongue
the taste of white lemon blossom
buds before they bloomed
and shroomed in the space
close to my face
talk of you must have slept
in my mouth for weeks
moist ferment seething warmth
wine perfect notes
long ago awake and ready
waiting to jet heavily so heavenly
deluge fashion to cool fill up feed
my ears with their drop dead pointed sounds
of love
what shock
it would not stop
it tumbled out
i could not stop
caught unawares
calmed down at last
to take a breath
surprised by the avalanche
in which i left my friend
buried mute eyes wide
such surprise
but your name snuggles still
in the familiar hollows
of my palate
though tongue untied
i worry worry worry it
best tickled secret
i spoke of you yesterday
i could not stop
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BINABASA MO ANG
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
