in boudoir,
where skin changes
where fervor unfettered
yet again has weakened,
terribly lifting one's self
from the penalty of reveries,
how heartsore that groping for thee
is to be Cimmerian chastised.
BINABASA MO ANG
hiapoewy
Poetryyoung love cries with silence when awake, but all behold the same if they blink and dream. a collection of musing and free verse.
