The Autobot

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What if it worked out?

Would it bridge the pained silence
between the portals of our existence?

Could it have meant anything
beyond the plain planes of platitude
among estranged lovers whose quietude
is the last strand of sanity clinging
like hair to drandruffed scalp?

The autobot might have known better
than us whose uncontrolled passions flare
like wounded bulls propelled by rage
from a bullfighter's poisoned arrows.

I Quiver, You Shiver, We Err

I quiver
at the mere
thought of your
embrace.
You shiver
as I go under
the sheets
beside you in bed.
We err
and wonder
why a man
not a woman
tastes like sugar
and spice.

Drench

Your lips are not mine
no matter how warm
they gently touch my skin.
Somewhere between the puffs
of mint-scented breaths
smelling like candy,
the act cannot be acted out
without the climactic sigh
of betrayal as someone else's name
is revealed by your eyes
that see shadows by the windows
as you withdraw and pretend
to be satisfied, while your tears
wet the bottom of our bed
and drench us to death.

Solstice

But I yearn
for a man's
warm palm
brushing against
my skin
like beta
rays scanning
my innards --
I give in --
I surrender --
to the night's
solstice.

Competitors

The truth is:
we are competitors
brothers and competitors
partners and competitors
lovers and competitors
competing for each other’s time
competing for each other’s attention
competing for each other’s love
for each other.

So we cringe at the thought
of losing one another
for by then the competition ends
none emerging as winner.

Lobelia Lover's Lullabies

1. Last day of love

We loved without tomorrow,
without knowing night or day
no trace of rancor
no figment of doubt
until now:
I was awakened
by the soft shower of rain
from a crevice created
by a broken window glass.
Slowly,
a drop
of clayish
blood
crawled
shaped
like
a
tear.

June 2005
I left my lover



2. Leave no traces

Leave no traces
of love in my bed:
I hate cleaning up the mess
of used condoms and semen
splattered on the sheets,
of genetic marks and pubic hair
lingering on my pillow,
of worn out perfume and burnt gel
smashed on the headboard.
I need no reminders
of desires consummated
and dragged to the dustbin
of short-term memory
for my love resides
not in the sexual glands
but in the deepest lacunae
of my spirit.

Love is not for you
or me to make
but that which our soul
once unified gives.

June 2007
I met my soulmate

3. Walk like a man

Today, I walk in the garden
sniffing scents
of flowers abloom
filling my lungs
with nature's love --
the wind embraces me
butterflies kiss me
the sun showers me
with warmth
as I walk like a man
but with a woman's
exquisite spirit.


July 2007
I fell in love again


4. A vampire’s verisimilitude

Drink
this pained droplets
from my weary wrist
so I may see no more
of betrayed buffoons.

Drink,
let me be the wine
that quenches eternal
your thirst for libidinal liquids
spurting from anonymous flesh.

Drink, my love.
You cannot kill me twice.

August 2007
I hurt my lover

5. Beware, my spirit

Beware, my spirit
love lingers like thorns
in secret crevices.
When you shout:
"I'm done with you!"
the real loving begins
and the pain
never ends.

September 2007
I hurt myself