He loves me, he loves me nuts

by

Virginia J. Pasalo, UrBai

Mahal niya ako
Mahal ko siya

Mahal niya ako!
Mahal ko siya!

Mahal niya ako!?
Mahal ko siya!!

Mahal niya ako??
Mahal ko siya!!!

Mahal niya ako???
Mahal ko siya!!!!

Mahal ko siya!!!!!
Mahal ko siya!!!!!!
Ay wala na
ubos na daliri
kamay
at paa

30 July 2014 12:22 p.m.

Tree Talk

by

Virginia J. Pasalo, UrBai

If you
cut me
will I die?
My limbs
will grow
in your mind
till they rupture
the thick skull
that imprisons
your brain

and you
will be
unable to piece
together
the broken shards
of your own
prison

In this new
taste of freedom
you
will
make
me
live.

16 May 2014 1:44 p.m.

Is it you?

by

Virginia J. Pasalo, UrBai

There in my room
in the strap of my bag
you crawled gingerly

and in my mind
i spoke to you
"If that is you,
go to the brim of my coffee cup
and dive into my dark existence."

and you did
go to the brim of my coffee cup
into the edges of its round opening
but you refused to dive
into the abyss
of what could be
your own deliverance

crawling gingerly still,
when you can fly
to the Jupiter moons
and find out how
a maiden literally became
a moon
after being turned
into a cow
by a lascivious god.

even now, you crawl,
with your wings.

very much like you,
must be you.

12 January 2014 9:57 p.m.

Last Breath

by

Virginia J. Pasalo, UrBai

I heard your faint breath
passing through
layers of clay
as I clung
to the ground
closest
to where
the air you exhaled
can pass through

kiss me
through the air
with
a wisp
of ginger ale
old spice
and musk
and lime

make me
breath
you
once more.

21 April 2014 6:42 p.m.