chances

this it to praise all the days that led us to this road. this is to hail all the hours we have held and told each other how grateful we are that our strange, little lives crossed.

just like how fictional things are written - wishes, prayers, stories, answers - all embellished and enveloped in a multitude of layers until we find the one to reveal it to. until we find the hands of the one we will allow, of the one we will surrender such an unraveling of the sacred things that make us who we are.

here is to all the chances we have taken and have yet to take. hold my hand and discern that i am here to remain, that i am here to desire, that i am here to discover - every single day, reasons to succumb to love and commitment and understanding and magic. that i am here to be only yours, for a lifetime.

depend

infinities found in nothingness
spaces built upon spaces
the halt in your breath
disintegrates and necessitates

a sense of loss, desperation
and desolation fall on
angles and degrees of
blackness, these hands

grow blind without a certain
light, descending, ending,
hesitating, the nights are

now void of color, or was
it your shadow i heard,
your footfall that diminish as you move closer.

linger

you are a naiad, a creature that
thrives only in my imagination,
the bearer of light and darkness,
the shadow of twilight and alabaster

a shape cast by the mid-day sun,
the fierce heat that leave petals
disheveled, the thought that
mangles the still innocence of water

call upon me, my goddess, so i may
praise and exalt your form, so i
may hymn the language of your

soul, and drown in the silence
of your eyes, resurrect the
stares that deceive shared synapses.

loneliness

from your fullness sprung a
naive, gentle woman
whose eyes are shut from
your evil, whose lips cannot

speak of your insanity,
whose thoughts are ravaged,
deserted, spoiled
whose soul seeks neither

compassion nor compromise
her fantasies elude her,
judging from one, sharp

breath she takes in so you
may have fire and splendor to
spare on atoms built upon beliefs.

glance

perfect or imperfect, still or
restless, there are truths
that do not perish, as there
are nights that do not end

i have come to live on
one furtive, fleeting glance
with solitude begging for
another beginning, a chance,

an onset, a possibility
of finding all that remains
after years and years of ruin

and wretchedness, when all
things lie in the mercy of your hands
barren, empty, cold.

passion

the sadness wraps this body
bare of memories, its veins and
bones exist without a sound
the rain has just fallen,

trespassed the sanctity of this
permutated soul, the light
elevates and escalates until
everything is shapeless

until everything is kindled
by one taunted, delirious
fight that rescues the

dawn from ever being consumed,
racing to the naked, unarmored
embrace i call you.

swan

your light unravels,
unbridled and unchanged
haunt the darkness in the distance,
drowned by the staccato of

the falling rain, fallen, arrested,
broken, you shed your intimate
stars only to find them
sheltered by these hands

that long, yearn, live and
breathe for the motion of
syllables that fumble and falter

from your lips, they are universes
that plummet in sudden blackholes
perishing in your sad reflection.

passion

petals wilt and wither
thirsting for rain, the kind
that your eyes delicately
gives away, a requiem

of souls lost in the cadence
of a heartbeat, of a lightning
bold, the leaves of grass
i have bound in your name

the things that remained sacred,
beyond death, beyond doubt,
beyond the listlessness of this heart

clouds that gather fury
for not having you drench
my skies with an impossibility.

burn

the sharp edges of my thoughts
exist in a corner, drenched
by your struggle to find
a latitude, the hours that

recede only to be caught in
a tangle of misery, summoning
the delirium, the sound
of your name emits

loneliness permeates through
walls and illusions sink
on my skin violated

by a throbbing, irreversible
havoc your perverse affection have
caused this soul void of answers.

fragile

the fragile threads that wrap
your nakedness weave the light
to your agile and delicate body,
tying the ends to timelessness

your eyes the color of amber,
careful yet intent, words spoken
softly send you to slumber
where you rest in my arms

quietly, gracefully, and all
i can remember are nights
imbued with dreams and wishes

holding us both in stillness
as i wait for the moon to drown
the strands that caress you.

touch

the lavender scent of your voice
that seeks without seeing, finding
its way through the darkness,
a sudden, inexplicable rush

of blood through my veins,
i rouse like a rhythm lost in
twilight, defied and defeated
by hands that travel this

familiar territory, our moans
that leave this room dense
and solemn, catching a fire

that ascends, transcends and provokes
the yearning that carve and bruise
a battle i have surrendered to you.

shore

the timid, tingling feeling
that glides down my spine,
like intricate, minute
particles, almost invisible

fabricate nights and dawns
bound by ardor, clamoring
for moments that carry your
sigh to my mouth, my soul

to yours, the rain shroud
what would be my naked desire
like water, slowly soaking

the arid space that
is my body, recalling nothing
save the beat of your furtive heart.

shadow

that lurk and fall behind the

veil of faults and disbelief

crave the blushing, spinning

desire, a light brighter than

the sun that revolves without

caution or hesitation,

darkness travels faster than

soundlessness, the pandemonium

heavier with each breath you

take, the tears that bathe

these words meant only

for a ceaseless, relentless

soul that suffer in silence

haunted by your eyes.

dawn

the night is always darkest just

before dawn, so let me cast all

the piercing stares and pointless

arguments from whence

the gaping void between

what is left of us emerged,

a line that breaks, a sigh halted,

a pure abstract that resemble

my heart, let me go back

to endless beginnings and

deaths that resurrect

all the good i know, unaltered,

unchanged, unmasked, your stares

that make the flowers unravel.

destiny

denied of life, of a sigh, of

a breath, of a sign to go on

and with shut eyes follow

the roads that break

only to show me what of

pain i do not know,

a heart that remains naive

of the secrets you keep

of the lies buried deep,

of stones i turn to reveal

what a sad, pathetic mess

we have made, after all

these hands are meant to

fulfill a destiny of failure.

hurt

a descendant of pain that gnaws

on my soul, a deathless raven

drawn to the cruel sight of

your grin, these hands ache

for the burning, lashing breath

you took when you forced yourself

to forget the thirst murmured

by this poet lost in desperation

violated by the nagging voices

that echo, the conundrum that

breaks the dreary, heavy silence

carrying your footfall and

the tangents of your shadow,

i pray i could forgive.

time

turns, oscillates and fumbles
to familiar, painful monologues
~ all of which now exists
only in my memory

your scent trapped in the
cadence of our scarring arguments,
of words breathed and whispered
in my slumber

waking, emerging, devouring
my thoughts when i am still
longing for the hurt

if it would mean finding you
in the darkness, if it would mean
finding us after so much has been lost.

anger

the fire that seethes, the
blood that surges and bathes
my soul filled with doubts and
disappointments

left with darkness, existing
in nothingness, or just the
shards and pieces left
of us, of you and me

our dissonance rapes the
silence in my head and
all the fragments rise

to dissemble and disintegrate
to fade into oblivion and
drown the unknown.

sea

circles, waves, ripples
that touch and embrace
my open and wide shore
await the net you cast

to claim me, once again,
as before, over and over,
to discern my particles
and my permanence

to help me remember the
blues and greens, the light
glistening on the surface,

that finds its way to my
chasm and fills the void,
defies the abyss.

waiting

for the imperfect, impeccable
moment when nothing needs
to be compromised, compared,
measured, defined, just a

sense of goodness that spills
and takes the space you have
left for yourself, an untouched,
untarnished fragment that

is holy beyond understanding,
a leaf you turn, a vow you utter,
a soul that escapes to be

liberated, you are bound
to faith, not to losing, you are and
have become your greatest self.

rain

shadows obscure the love i once held
and the mist cover the ruins
of this parched heart, lonesome
and forlorn, being without

death, without breath, without
fragments, without elements
void of substance, this body
filled with space and nothingness

words fluctuate, the incessant
rise and fall crowd my now
impoverished hands, the

feel that once sought
your touch ~ a soul chained to
the rain of your kisses and desire.

light

carefully descend and
drown the words trapped
inside your mouth,
craving for and carving

the next second with fire
burning your shadow
the impossible becomes fathomable
and your windswept hair

caress the air, with your
fingers gently searching
the twists and turns of this soul

your silence force the stones
open, carrying the sweetness
that dwell in one momentary hum.

smile

your particles elemental,
rooted to simplicity, sharpened
by your timid beauty,
sheer, unassuming, unbecoming

but let me tell you what you can't
see ~ that your smile make
flowers unravel and the
cistern overflows with the

fluid, unaltered motion of
beginnings and ends which fasten
our memories to the night

kept, held, embraced until
the darkness wanes and you
leave a sigh of my name.

kiss

little by little the hours
painfully and slowly turn
the afternoon basked in
mist recedes to an

evening sheathed with stars
the air filled with glances
and gazes stealing your
fleeting and momentary pain

that erupt from my absence
but do not fear love, my soul
awaits a fragment, a moment

i shall hold your face with my
bare hands, feel the fire
that thrives and burns under a kiss.

love

your leaving gave this body
its armor and its poison
glancing on every window
that might resurrect your

reflection, the night dies
of envy, as i remember the
shape and the lines
that define your face, the

flaws and atoms of
your blood that desire me
tell me how to escape the

definite plunge, of wanting
all that makes you touch,
bear and afflict me once again.

sonnet ten

often we yield to merciless midnights,
to darkness that pin our souls
to emptiness, until avenues
are filled with nothing

but lives laced with premonitions,
yet molecules of your body
instigate a kind of fire
that refute any figure of pain your

heart can contain, because
you have finally understood –
never to walk away,

never to turn your back
on reasons your synapses
cannot unmake, on the logic it holds on to.

sonnet nine

let me take your hand
and travel with you on the
road that begs for forever
and both our unwavering faith

know that we will never lose
as my eyes search for nothing
save your gaze, and my arms
ache only for your embrace

the days are haunted by the
scent of your desire, and this
love feeds on our hope

to fulfill promises and
dreams, to mend measured hours
with you falling into me every time.

sonnet eight

what is the heart of a thought?
it is a trace of your flaws,
hint of your smile,
fraction of your soul

sound of your breath,
fire of your being,
impossibility of your beauty,
softness of your gaze,

it is, by all means,
the grace and faith
you have been carved out of

to descend on the clouds
and cover my loneliness
with sheathes of your desire.

sonnet seven

love created you out of
reds, pure and unaltered,
and my arms will cradle you
like all vulnerable and fragile

things should be held,
away from the darkness and
within my being
where the spring of us

happens each time you
cling to the notion
of a lifetime – an eternity

of ceaseless beginnings, of
clouds filled with hope as
i seek and feel only you.

sonnet six

i arrive at the foot of
your altar, an avenue of
reflections sewn by the
sky like your eyes

my hands catch your glances
so you will never lose
your truth and humanity
i have risen to be a mirror

of your unswerving love,
an imperfect soul blessed to
mend its loneliness

by recalling your face and
your smile, your voice and
your touch, trembling beneath my skin.

sonnet five

i anchor my thoughts
to your symphony, to the motion
of your laughter and
the gravity of your faith

i will take your hand
and place upon it my vow to
a lifetime of fervent
and fiery desire for the

one soul that heals my
heart, for the lips that
break my tears,

for the light that sustains
all the glorious sunrises
i have come to know.

sonnet four

in this moment, in this silence,
i remember how your words
and thoughts colored my
sonnets, and how the same

words and thoughts spoke of,
created and revealed a love
neither you or i could deny,
until we moved to defy

bounds and filled my soul
with a faith i never knew of
until you, until the day

i followed you, until that
time i needed no one else and nothing
more than a lifetime with you.

sonnet three

hear me, my beloved
hear my words and feel
its reality course through
the blood in your veins

you are the muse to this poet,
you are the love that brings
her closer to the sweetness of
your reveries, you are the

effervescent light that
filters the sadness in her eyes,
the prism that holds all

the color she has seen and witnessed,
your crimson desire keeps her alive
and she vows to give it all back.

sonnet two

as the last rays of the sun
set upon my eyes and ravage
the silence in my thoughts
i could not have wanted

anything more than to
bask in all the sunrises
and sunsets with you
my heart knows no

distance or time, just
the fervent, steadfast love,
our faith plays a symphony

i hear even in my sleep,
i promise you a lifetime
of passion and endlessness.

sonnet one

my eyes travel the roads
that you walked on, as you
took that last look and held
and kissed me the last time

the lifetime we swore to
keep hasn’t ended, as it starts
everyday we breathe and
every time i whisper your

name to the wind, i know
i haven’t understood everything
but this heart will never

lack the attempt to continue
searching for your face and
see the same faith that got us this far.