He sat there
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with cobwebs, and ants crawling somewhere
with distress, and words he could barely hear

He was gloomy
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with a pang of guilt, and an inscrutable straight face
with misery, and with a reminiscence of the tragedy

He was betrayed
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with silhouettes, of love and acts of copulation
with her, whom he adores and loves and glorifies

He took away her life
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with a blunt knife, corroded and rustic
with her blood, and gore of acrid smell

He lost her
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with tears, flooded from his heart as blood
with grief, and outpouring remorse

He wanted her back
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with high regards, of loving her once more
with deep love, no man can fathom

Now, he’s alone
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with walls, of bricks and planks of wood
with cloistered way of life, and of death


an affair once told…

September 27, 2007

There was a moment that I have lain in my bed and I could still feel your presence. I could still remember that night when you laid down beside me in this bed of roses. I could still remember the smell of your breath. I could still notice how you caressed my soul. Those dark brown eyes – oh how beautiful they were when they looked into me without a doubt. Your nose – it was towering between two hills of sweet cherries blended with ivory. How the touch of your hair lingered on me ’til I drown myself in oblivion. The melody of your voice was as soft as the wind that beats with pleasure. The curves of your body were like waves feeling the shoreline. How I desired to touch those rough and smooth sinews. How your hands fondled my being like satin or silk. I could still see the silhouettes formed from the dim light. They were overjoyed. The warmth of your smile painted a wonderful masterpiece of passion. Oh, how adorable you were.

And when I woke up, I could still see the angelic face I have kissed and loved – yes, loved. With your eyes still closed, I still saw the pureness of your heart. My hands swore to touch only you as if you were the only one. My lips were meant to kiss only the sweet lips of yours. I have lain back down and wished to be inseparable from you. I wanted to hear the beating of your childlike heart. I didn’t want to move even an inch away from the one I sheltered the most. I didn’t want to, but you did. Now, only these sheets bore witness of our vast love. I could still remember the night.

But, who are you? You’re gone, and I’m solitary.