by Trixcy Anne B. Loseriaga
My beloved
languished was I
whenever I recall
those luscious lips of yours.
Your fiery soul
concealing the blissful agony
of my sworn brothers.
Their sunken eyes
cloaked in your warm embrace.
How I wished to reunite with them
but Tyche was never in my favor.
My grace
I thirst for their smiles
and their never ending tittle-tattles,
but Ponos never ceased to amaze me
with his relentless drudgery.
My queen
drained was I
whenever I harrow
those shriveled skin of yours.
How I longed
to bathe myself
in those translucent tears of yours.
Embracing my brothers,
drinking to our heart’s content
until your sister blinds us
amidst the starry sky.
But alas!
Here I am
drenched in muck,
pouring my everything
for a measly penny.
Craving to set foot
once again,
leaving this orange
crooked piece of junk
behind.
I wonder—is it truly possible?
When the ones
sitting in your throne
are nothing
but swindling raccoons. F
