August Ghost

“Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee.”

– fr. lyrics of  For You are Beautiful, 60’s Arts


(for Susan S., 1974)

play no “killer game”
with me, Susee.

(… waves upon my ship.)
(… raves upon my sleep.)

the dead touch of cold mist
wetting the budding daisy
of your lush garden
chills not my hands
but my bald head.

guide it
into your august cavern
where I can quench,
not my thirst
but my yearning

for sweet flower.

– between
you and me
is intricacy.

(c) 1974 Chito L. Aguilar


I welcome your comments. Thank you!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s