Early In The Morning...

the white sands of
sarangani
we are two naked souls
laundering our bodies
under the mild
sun of

youth where the fingers
caress the smoothness
of salty

skin, i suck warmth from your
mouth and
you suck mine to give birth

to a huge fire
that sooner we cannot
extinguish

we have prepared for all
these
yes, in the name of love
though forbidden
to ashes
to primal dust
we have returned....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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