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I think of you as when you were young,
and as when you age towards your prime.
When you were little, I wasn’t aware
of your tall houses, my mind and heart
were far away dwelling in other palaces,
kingdoms, desiring to live among
strange kings and queens; and I was little too.
I heard your name from a girl who I would
often kiss and tease while her mom was upstairs
getting us cartoon videos to watch, the girl said
they’ll be moving in to you soon.
Other than that mention I had no inkling of you,
even long after when I fell from the sky
of my own making, dreams of Paris and Rome
became apparitions that roam Highway 54.
Never knew you until I would have to live
in one of your towers, not as a prince
that I projected myself to be but as an apprentice
ordered to guard particularly the calves
inside their barn, the freezer. I could die of boredom
and exhaustion, I wanted my mother beside me
but all there was to keep me company
was a child phantom who was perhaps
another orphan, a soul ejected by the city
to live in a world parallel with mine.
God, how did I survive those tormented years
in your land? Maybe because of a good
Blue Fairy’s help, and promised touch
each homesick night that I stayed awake,
alive? Never knew you until now
when I realized I already scattered my seeds
on your farmyard soil, three of them
already sprouted stems and leaves,
soon to become trees with trunks that walk.
My wonder, now that the two of us are grown-ups,
Who would be the first to leave, you
or me?


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*************************************
crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond




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The following comments are for "Makati"
by PETERPAULINO

Lucie - Makati and Daisy
Indeed, this poem is for Daisy, I did mention Daisy here, the Blue Fairy (and I used to be Pinocchio LOL), it was our anniversary last December 2 and her birthday last December 28, we became lovers January of eleven years ago. Perhaps she could always think I don't remeber these things, but since I know she's secretly visiting this site I thought I could write for her this surprise, and won't she take the IMAGINED LOVE POEMS here against me? I hope not, she did mention them in passing. If she'll be mad I could refer her to Pepere's poem hehe.

The part where I said 'I heard your name from a girl', I used my conviction that even before I knew about the city, Makati, the place is already containing the name Daisy, so the line meant two things: I heard the name Makati, I heard the name Daisy (who way back then I wasn't aware I would meet and become my better half). As to who'll be the first to go, Makati or I, let Makati be the first to go leaving Daisy and I and the kids :-)

Thank you for reading this Lu!

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: January 6, 2006 )

Fascinating
This is a compelling, fascinating story-poem. I found myself curious to learn more about these people, where they went, what was going on in their lives. There's a subtle complexity here.

But what's best are th hints of ambiguity hiding beneath the passion.

Hope you're well -- haven't seen you around here in a while!

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: May 4, 2006 )





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