Tonight's Kiss
Torrid from longing of flower's fragrance
of far-away clime upon this night
Its velvet crowning reminds you of the glory
Of the vast vivid sadness, of rain-soaked
Craving in every minute fibre of senses
Burning at the edge of trailing
And resurrection behind sacred faces
Which enshrouds the scorn
Of gentle rose stinging, and this dampening
You let yourself drift away dreaming
The night upon purple boughs of delight
For once, this melancholy of fright
You will bury it through the night
The tedious beckoning of gentle touch
Agitation of hysterical laughs
Bequeathed upon your soul, binding all mirth
And tuck it away the wetness
Of this somnolence behind graces,
Beyond reasonable doubt
In memory of this night, unto this life.

Leoward Aborot Cabangbang

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