By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

GO ahead, fall in love. It’s an experience others only dream of, a rollercoaster ride. Treasure the moments, including the falling out, when it happens. If and when it happens, because whether you believe it or not, others do fall, and never get up.

 

Ash Fall

If I look at you as if
you are the only apple
I want to bite and chew
and swallow
can we be?

If I weave my fingers
with your fingers
and we fiddle
like a fiddle
can we be?

If my foot dances to your rhythm
and my body rocks
like molten lava
are we?

are we burning like hell
as we burn in heaven
are we?
are we coming
are we becoming
ashes?

 

Fall

there will be times when
I pick up pieces of me
shattered on the ground
and gather myself together
again, dirt and all
bruised and scarred, no matter
I am not made of fragile glass
my flesh is made of pure
and loving cellulite
a cushion, a buffer
whenever I fall
so I fall, no worries
the tears too, will fall
and melt and dry
snatched by the heat
blown away by the passing wind
like memories fading, deleted
with time

 

Infidel

So, Fidel
you wandered
worse, you seeded.
and yet, you lie
you still tell me,
” … and the kid is not my son!”
you lie, in the beautiful face
of the full moon
so quietly trying
to keep quiet
you lie, in the innocent face
of Immaculate Conception
like a male virgin …
unaware of his wayward libido
so now, I’m gonna whack you
to the moon
so you can be hit
by a falling star!!!
Burn!

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