G Spot
Presents
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo
THERE are presents and presents. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the gifts, including the books, the flowers, the cakes, the coffee beans, the sketches of my face, the dinners, the lunches, before, during and after. I appreciated all of them, especially the care and the effort that brought them to me.
But let me be honest with what i truly wanted to receive. I miss receiving letters, in long hand. The last time i got a written letter was in 2005, it was one paragraph. I was hoping to get one, but the only thing written in the gifts were short remarks and a signature.
I once complained to a friend that everything is so very quick now, just a touch on the keys, and you get to get in touch with any part of the world. The world has become a world of touch and go. No one talks about “taming” anymore in the sense of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s “Little Prince”. No one becomes responsible for the tamed as well.
One day, I received a present, sent by a touch of a finger. It was a very sweet and long conversation, made real by a visual link at some point in the universe. Any doubt I had that the imagination can do much more than ten percent of its full capacity, is down in the theoretical dustbin. The imagination is a powerful machine.
And he did not know it was my birthday. There was no need for him to know. It is enough that he was there. He was better than a long letter.
Imis
no arum panduaruaan ko
no imbaki ka na Dios
pian duksaen to ak
ed imis mo
ag ak ni akataway na bibil
ya untan su inkagawa to
tan ag ak ni akanengneng na matan
untan su kirlap to.
pipiliten ko’y ag unimis
pian ag nanengneng
su inkakapuy ko
balet say matak immamo
et say laman ko, simmuko
ed segaw na nonot ko
diad lakap mo, agko naalmo
irama’y bitewen ko,
dakerakel su mankirkirlap ya bitewen
aakmunen da’y inkatook
paarap ed andeket ya abot
na imis mo
Smile
sometimes i wonder
if you were sent by God
to torture me with a smile.
i have not tasted such lips
as fully as it is shaped
and i have not seen such eyes
as bright as yours can sparkle
i try not to smile back my vulnerability
my lips dilate, not only my eyes
and my body surrenders
to the panic in my mind
in your embrace, i cannot locate my stars,
so many other stars are twinkling,
sucking my whole being
into the black hole of your smile.
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