passion (poem)

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passion

what is passion

but intense desire

a torrent of kisses

cascading over two bodies

entwined

entangled arms and legs

and hair

surging over the sheets

a surf

washing the shore

in endless motion

spent

like the sea

gently lapping at

the beach

pulling at the sand

persistent

incessant

tender caresses

silent

but for a faint sighing

echoed infinitessimally

in love

tracing patterns

across wet sand

over and over

again

the sea

runs its fingers

over the beach

picking at the particles

leaving its marks

in wet kisses washed over

by more kisses

building up anew

a storm

beating against the shore

relentlessly

thrashing the sands

thrown up in throes

of passion.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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destiny (poem)

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we meet again

on some strange plateau

in some bizarre tableau

not really bizarre

i never believed in deja vu

yet

by some miracle

time has brought us

together

a miracle contrived

true

but those moments

were not a dream

or were they?

was there ever truth

in the saying that

people meant to be for each other

have their paths cross

inspite of

because of

fate?

what future is there

to build?

we build

is it on ageless waves

and must we drift with the foam

forever?

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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My Lord Neptune (poem)

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’tis strange indeed

that times come when

i am beset

with emptiness

it seems

no words can rightly say

what feelings i feel

within me

as mind and heart

are in turmoil

i seek

silence in an empty room

and find it haunted

with madness —

the madness that besieges me

when i think of you —

just as my being,

though empty

is haunted by

what?

’tis restlessness

that strikes me

o’er again

a relentless surging

of nameless waves

against a silent shore

that with the ebbing

empties itself

from an eternity of

defenseless sands

to an eternity of

turbulent tides

raging.

i find myself

wavering between sand and sea

in futile struggle

to keep dry

and yet

i long to yield

to Neptune’s embrace,

that though i

can no longer scale

the highest peaks in

my quest for peace,

perchance

the Lord of waves

shall suspend me

between sea and sky

and let me be borne

on drenched pillows of

rising clouds

to stars’ abode

where all seems

calm.