Willie R. Bongcaron, PH


the night is ripe
to pen you a song...
the waves are still
and the music shall bind
you closer to my heart



the front yard
at dawn
after a fiery night
of ecstasy and romance



into the night
staring at book-pressed petals
when the moon is full
long after you were gone
to make love to the wolves









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