by Lea Katrina P. Cañizares | October 21, 2022
Perfect Mate
As the early sun rays tickle my cheeks,
my lips already seek the warmth on your edge.
And no matter how glued I am to my sheets
Your scent quickly magnets my sleepy head.
They say you have this strong bitter taste,
but you are exactly the taste my tongue would never waste.
For when you blend with sugar and milk,
You ultimately become my perfect mate.
Sand
Lying perfectly calm,
I show no qualm
to the shapes that people make
nor the steps that they take.
I patiently wait to the water’s visit
for it clears any traces as I dance with it.
But, at times, strong waves take me wildly to the ocean
unfolding the beauty that mirrors heaven.
But although it has tales of angry Poseidon
and sirens that people are drawn,
it is full of beautiful creatures
hiding among troves of treasures.
And as I float back to my place
courage is shown in my face.
And the sun in the turquoise sky tells everyone
to feel the warmth of my courage as they lie underneath it.
Cold Print
On the beach the sun tickled my arched lips;
Its brightness thawed the ice-cold heart inside.
I felt feather light drifting on the steeps
Though my feet weighed like in a tomb were tied.
I stood still barefoot on the tiny sand.
I wished to hear the music from your tongue
But the winds blew the lyrics on my hand.
It was a song no one has ever sung.
I made a few steps along the shoreline
Dropping my tears in the loud crashing waves.
And all those tears wrote a beautiful line,
A good message of love waves and heart graves.
Love is a music when perfect souls meet.
Love is a music when one gets cold feet.
