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
unkempt
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
