Your rush is just a faint sound
Through woods and thickets of ages past
I see your bottom so clear, so fresh
As if my reflection whispers its longing
I kissed you and drown myself in memories
Cooling and freshens my thirsty soul.
Yours is but a drop of my perspiration
Salty, tangy from miles and miles
that seems to be endless
Squeezing yourself through
my mind of longing.
Here I am listening to your rush
Of life-giving, thirst-quenching
This soul-immortal.
How I so long for you as I walk
With my bare skin
On your dry and torrid bottom
Feeling your feverish stagnation,
Like myself.
Now,I bring myself back to where I plunged
In your womb to dream.
Copyright ©2007 Leoward Aborot Cabangbang
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