Monday, June 29, 2009

puka beach (old boracay thoughts scribbled in a notebook)

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i remember tempestuous afternoon delights,
her openness and how she let me slip, sweat-laced, into her embrace

she kissed my feet, lulled me to sleep, then carried me away on the crest of her wave

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