Memories of
those Damselflies...

No one
will ever find...

This afternoon feels like
the time I wrote again...

I've never known
you will appear like...

Rain from azure clouds falls gently
onto the flowers in your hair. Tempted...

Three Dandelions-
bent, teased by quaint Daffodils...

You cannot
reap Sampaguitas...

Like the moon,
I don’t have enough lucency...

Sitting across each other
on the jeepney...

Your whispers are like
a Rastafarian flower...

A one-man band
plants white Camellias...

As happiness begins to vanish
under your Orchid firmament...