To love is a tragedy

    To love is a tragedy,
    it is to die a million times
    in the arms of Aphrodite.

    To love is a tragedy,
    it is a surrender, a defeat
    when you could have been
    an oasis with me
    or I could have been
    an archipelago with you.

    Islands, we are islands
    submerged in this emotion.

    We try to be one
    but we are divided
    by the politics of reason.

    To love is a tragedy,
    it is a fiasco, another fiasco
    among a multitude.

    * * *

    Sunset is Death

    Alas! The dying sun in throne
    Slides down toward the horizon

    Like the slumber of a baby,
    At its cradle, the newborn’s glee.

    For death is a rebirth today;
    Carpe Diem! This is the day!

    Where ev’ry setting of the sun,
    A star is born, the light is gone

    From a distance, a tolling bell
    Almost bitter curses into hell

    While the moon, child of sun’s death,
    In Paradise lost, still regret.

    * * *

    Shakespril’s Sonnet

    Travelling in the city of your bone
    I map your sinews with tiny finger;
    Walking in the island with passion,
    The pilgrimage could have gone forever.
    Tonight, my tongue has bathed you in silence,
    My tongue is a pilgrim lost in your skin
    Journeying eternity’s true essence
    In the vacant museum I have been.
    Your body is my own territory
    Where your divine heart is my strong fortress;
    This night I celebrate in its glory
    To sail in the verse of your happiness,
    Your beautiful skin is an empty farm
    Where we build our dreams in each other’s arm.


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