“why why why, you love me,
and i can’t love you”?
“isn’t it exhausting to keep loving wishing for unity, for Peace… when anger hate resistance is unbending? _here the beloved subject would insists on his stubborn anachronistic existence, nothing uncorks him, though deep inside him, he knows, the lover truly loves him… will love wins?”_ade c.
i am easily crushed
like a fibre of a cotton linen…
a flayed cat… a featherless bird
a child, who cries at a meagre stern look.
what the world finds in laughter
for me, is sinisterly depressing nook.
i was borne roofed by the gray sky
on a contrasting no wind and humidity
in poetry, i am a bland imitation!
while you… you glitter in darkness
a diamond sparkler
scintillating dazzling in clouds
your face is a smile of love
your lips moistify
as words slip from your tongue
your voice is a chorus rhyme
coming from the brooks
a contrario of my nothing novelistic image!
and you love me
and i can’t love you
you whisper crazy nothings
the winds the rains chorus a symphony
you romance my hair… nip-nipping my skin
why why why… you love me?
and i can’t love you?
_ade caparas manilah
tuesday 12:47pm 20 february 2018
sydney nsw australia