spiritual (read: erOtic) poem ||| small hours of monsoon

[Scott]

Small Hours of Monsoon
…after a photo, by the windmills of Bangui, Ilocos Norte



Like how, yesterday, you sift dust in our photograph



In these small hours, here in darkness,

Run your fingers in my back. Let each tip

Fathom the depth and muffled quietude of our soul.



Catch my breath as you please.

Let my tongue seek, slowly, for your earlobes,

“All night, tonight, we will make wild love…”



And when all is, piece by piece, button after button,

Reduced into our own nakedness, please go slow

As we swim into the regions of our being.



Let me flick the tinderbox and

Let the lamp glow in desire. “I want to see you in honeyed light.”



And when this is through, when the last stick of  Marlboro lights

Is puffed, ashes nudged, on the chequered tiles of this room

Please don’t leave.



Instead, keep those windows open,

Gather the curtains to the side.



Let me wrap my arms around you,

Let your head rest in my chest

And in the drizzle, in the stillness like in the eye of a storm,

Of this small hour, we stare at [the] windmills

As they glow in the thin moonlight



                                  For every drop of rain on the tin roof,

It’s my wont not to let

This beautiful pain

Slip away.





A. Scott Calamba
11.25.2007

[st. agnes]

Scott, na ilis lage kag account... y man? pa tago ra kaayo ka bah... musta cuz? attend ka sa EB karon December... attend ta nah....

[Bambi]

Small Hours of Monsoon
…after a photo, by the windmills of Bangui, Ilocos Norte



Like how, yesterday, you sift dust in our photograph



In these small hours, here in darkness,

Run your fingers in my back. Let each tip

Fathom the depth and muffled quietude of our soul.



Catch my breath as you please.

Let my tongue seek, slowly, for your earlobes,

“All night, tonight, we will make wild love…”



And when all is, piece by piece, button after button,

Reduced into our own nakedness, please go slow

As we swim into the regions of our being.



Let me flick the tinderbox and

Let the lamp glow in desire. “I want to see you in honeyed light.”



And when this is through, when the last stick of  Marlboro lights

Is puffed, ashes nudged, on the chequered tiles of this room

Please don’t leave.



Instead, keep those windows open,

Gather the curtains to the side.



Let me wrap my arms around you,

Let your head rest in my chest

And in the drizzle, in the stillness like in the eye of a storm,

Of this small hour, we stare at [the] windmills

As they glow in the thin moonlight



                                  For every drop of rain on the tin roof,

It’s my wont not to let

This beautiful pain

Slip away.





A. Scott Calamba
11.25.2007

Hello Mr. Scott!

You are a  romantic type! A good lover too? Wow....we have beautiful single ladies in our TB. Show up basin ug bugno-an ka....hhmmmmmmmmm Thanks for posting this erotic lines.

[Macky Ferniz]

Erotic indeed. Reminds me of my past.

You have a beautiful mind RV.

[Scott]

Scott, na ilis lage kag account... y man? pa tago ra kaayo ka bah... musta cuz? attend ka sa EB karon December... attend ta nah....

ermmmm, lemme think....ermmmm, kay naay dangerous stalker? heheheh
bitaw, pseudonym epek.

see you sa EB in December cuzz...long weekend next week! yehey!

[Scott]

Hello Mr. Scott!

You are a  romantic type! A good lover too? Wow....we have beautiful single ladies in our TB. Show up basin ug bugno-an ka....hhmmmmmmmmm Thanks for posting this erotic lines.

Ahem. ahem. it's a pleasure Ms Bambs c",)

[Scott]

Erotic indeed. Reminds me of my past.

You have a beautiful mind RV.

matsalams for the VOC sir mack! padayun!

[mawjood]

matsalams for the VOC sir mack! padayun!

Wow Scott, this is what I'm looking for in a reading material, it tickles our fancy and imagination, very romantic but not bold. More  Scott

[Scott]

Wow Scott, this is what I'm looking for in a reading material, it tickles our fancy and imagination, very romantic but not bold. More  Scott

thanks

[C2H4]

This poem reminds me of the Harlequinn/Silhouette romance novels that I used to devour with guilty pleasure.



I sense from your poem, Mr RV, that you are one of the gifted wanderlust souls of the world...nomadic and gypsy-like...

[Scott]

This poem reminds me of the Harlequinn/Silhouette romance novels that I used to devour with guilty pleasure.



I sense from your poem, Mr RV, that you are one of the gifted wanderlust souls of the world...nomadic and gypsy-like...

Ouch!  

hahahahha. anyhow, thanks for the V.O.C.   

[C2H4]

Nagsulti ra ko's tinuod Mr RV

[st. agnes]

see you sa EB in December cuzz...long weekend next week! yehey!

yeah, Ill you then cuz... unsa imo e wear? hahaha... pati attire usisa-on pajud? bitaw kitakitz....
yup! long weekend jud... Holiday karon friday diri sa Pinas! Uli ko Bohol, yepey!