FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

"AH AMBOT!", a collaboration.

the man that you once
loved
had the sweetest winks
you can still giggle
when you were close together
cheek to cheek
at the palace of the sky

friend, you did not make it
at the end
split like two pieces of wood
cut like head and tail of a red dragonfly
snapped like thread stretched beyond
its limits

exploded like short-circuited bulb
you had mourning for
forty days and forty nights
like a widow

but then
all people recover
back to your feet
your hands stretch to the sky
reaching God
and feeling his
hands

then one day
as face book would have it
you see his picture
his back arched like a
bow
without an arrow
his eyes like caves
his skin wrinkling like lettuce
on salt water

and you say, omg! he has become too
old for his age
he looks sick and needing help
is he dying?

flashbacks, and flashbacks
you were at the peak, or the ridge
he wants to take the bus
and you want to go to crater of
Taal
taking a boat by the lake
and hiking
towards its peak
to see the
world

love ended.