Feather trailing down the throat
Neck—either warm or cold
Feel the slightest touch and smile
Let it dance here, play the lyre
Bliss
Sniff the romance in the air
Dark, ground gems dissolving
The scent—ever mesmerizing
I’ve been taken up to where?
Mist
The enchantment reached my eyes
Drips of scenes I have watched
Leaving filtered confusion out
Waiting for the final drops of love
Wish
Stronger now, the drumbeats loud
Acoustics playing classic, hardcore
Stained cup, only dregs left out
Fill the head, mind repeats, ‘No more.’
Peace
Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete
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