Happy Anniversary to me and my Bee! It’s been…what, eight years? And I’m still on this boat with you, without resorting to cannibalism. High five! 😘
A reminder to self:
Kindness is still worth it.
Hate has not won.
There is still hope cracking open, like a seed defying drought.
There is love. You can make it. All you need is faith.
In people, in you, is the chance to be great.
So take it and be grateful.
Continue to be kind.
Remember the fig tree and the vine.
Note: Today is Halloween in the Philippines—and, incidentally, my significant other’s birthday. So why not post a poem? I was originally going to submit this someplace, but I kinda changed my mind. ^^;
Anyway—Happy Birthday, Bee!
And for the rest of you—Happy Halloween! May the spirits who visit be not sinister or at the very least be cool enough to let you have the choice to damn your eternal soul. Or something.
Lover on the Sheets
My lover on the sheets
is moon-white and
and creeps in the shadow crevices
of bunched-up blankets;
whispering sweet sinister
everythings at my feet.
Ah, darling grasping
at my toes!
Did you really think
I would ever let you go?