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Written by Ilving Tabios-Zamora
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Tuesday, 13 July 2010 14:30 |
ONE-NIGHT STAND
Ilving Tabios-Zamora
We chanced upon each other by the beach Like fireflies marooned by the breeze. In the moonlight you cooed me your songs In the sand I wrote you my poems.
Soon we pirouetted to the rhythm of the sea Like butterflies frolicking on their dog-day. Then we took turns mooning the moon And flaunted many, many a deep moan.
The stars can only gnash their teeth As the surfs lapped our clenching feet. Even the full moon suddenly appeared to be half When it turned around in a huff.
The day after, I returned. Gone were my poems. Not even an echo of your songs. But still there were the moaning imprints Of our naked bodies writhing in the sand!
Golly, what was your name? Will I ever kiss you again?
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