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 Calamba11.25.2007Hello 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.
