tidbits of thanatos

*
I resurrected when
we kissed on a hammock with the empty
night as spectator.

.
You are the scar on my knee.
I am aware that you have a story but I
do not know the plot.

^
The street kid who wore a flower girl dress
died due to hunger because your city mayor
hired too many maids and bodyguards.

=
If ghosts have unfinished business, then
my heart is haunted.

*
The murder of distance would mean
I, writing haiku on your bareback as you
sleep after we made love two inches from
the door.

+
Danger: Accident Prone Area.
Die in my thighs.

=
We were butchered in-betweens but
you taught me how to breathe through
your lips.

*
History celebrates the death of Hitler,
I celebrate the birth of your tyranny over
my slumber.

^
You are too wonderful to die today.

Too
beautiful
for
suicide.




* we all die somewhere

thanks mai for the preview photo.





- reposting modern patadyong's thoughts. thank you klitshy for gracing my snapshots... for believing in me.Ü


photo: me. bee farm, bohol.

and at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins...