To love is a tragedy

To love is a tragedy,
it is to die a million times
in the arms of Aphrodite.

To love is a tragedy,
it is a surrender, a defeat
when you could have been
an oasis with me
or I could have been
an archipelago with you.

Islands, we are islands
submerged in this emotion.

We try to be one
but we are divided
by the politics of reason.

To love is a tragedy,
it is a fiasco, another fiasco
among a multitude.

 

Dying is another form of romance

Dying is another form of romance
Written in the cold-hearted testament
And romance is a surname of trance.

When flowers embrace my hands,
My hands embrace flowers you’ve sent;
To die is a new form of romance.

To accept the invitation to a dance,
I christen this newfound moment
While romance is the last name of trance.

The memories we open in cans
And cannots are slowly decaying as I scent
Dying is an added structure of romance.

When I gave birth to a million chance,
Dying each second as they underwent
A romance, a surname of trance.

The world chooses us and demands
A swift surrender to the innocent,
Dying is another form of romance
And romance is a surname of trance.

 

First published in The Manila Times