10,000

written last year, originally in Tagalog. Here's the link: *used image not mine, no copyright infringement intended

When was the last time
that my lips meeting yours
was right? Moments are centuries

apart, forgotten pinches to
your almost reddish cheeks,
bitten memories numbed

by yesterdays, thrown emotions.
Lover, does your body still yearn
for such passion? Questions are wind

that we sneak into the night,
and yet I cannot catch your eyes.
Unruly, even those whispers

I say to your skin, while your smile
strips me bare. The bed on our backs
mold our past, when both

our laughter follow same rhythms,
when we say our names, our dreams.
Are we made to be prayers, repeatedly

said but will never, never
come true? Lover, I wish prayer
is not what you say to my lips,

because the dawn is so far,
and even ten thousand years passed
will still, not be enough.

Author's Note

10,000 years - reference to the film, Chunking Express by Wong Kar-wai.