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He and She

At this night where the year leaps and delves
A superfluous hurdle it was for He and She
As they lay in the bed of grass endlessly
Brushed by different weathers,
Of different shades, even different skies
Weaving a supple ball of yarn
From photographs and tumbled words
Embedded among the lurid constellation of stars

He, a penetrable glass resonating
The howling shrills of the wrinkling
Of the looming pillars when they trample,
Soused his head in a delusion-soiree
Ashen as the moon's tawny smears
Hidden in its harlequin beam
Similar to the one he enamels
The sooty façade of his fathoms

He, had wandered haplessly astray
In a highway succumb by oblivion
A lost patio underneath a gnarled quay
Escaping through inebriated sunsets
And redeeming life stashed in a cigarette;
Built homes in the earth's bone
Hidden in the succulent flesh
Of grins and grimace
A sagacious espionage descrying
The faults that molted
A metamorphosed wry in the crust
Coalescing the rhythm of the dusts;
He, a foggy crystal goblet
An abstraction of sincerity
Laced into a fastidious life
And lynched into the wobbling past
Sat a lifetime in an adjudicated demise

She, a sprightly lass circumnavigating
The dull orb and assimilating
A sheen into the lackluster clinging
Like blood into lips, gossamer and dead,
It is a matter of perspective, her orbs said
And she spewed art and literature
With her palette, with her pen,
In the very skin of the thinning ice
And from the frosted dirge and tombs
The wraith of hope arise

She, a coral reef beneath a sea
A picture in slurring ambiguity
She lies in the frangible steadfast
Of the ocean floor, giving life for life
A vivid breath of violent verve
Fluttering with the garden in her skirt
A statuesque motion of frivolity
That shudders minimally
Of unspoken malaises and exequis
Incarcerating the lilt of iridescence
In the poignancy of her boudoir;
A wheelbarrow of surreal gaiety
Ambling stanchly upon the rocky
And winding road

He and She,
That febrile night of ice,
Pulled strings amongst the hollow
Shrills of stars and disposed, momentarily,
The melody they zither in naked soliloquy
Where the shadows are deafened
By the garish rays of an spectator:
A vying paramour, a burning ardor
And pummeled the clouds to find
A blackhole to reside

He and She,
Lay there beating endlessly
The currents creating the distance
And forgetting how the expanse
Had ignited the flame
That now prances even brighter
For fear is the heart of love

He and She,
Muses upon different horizons
But sees the same taut liaison
Overshadowed by the clouds
That wanders to delude
The impassable enthralls of the moon
Squandering it to the faceless vale
Devouring evanescent tales

But He and She
Shall pour more seas
As they lay on their own hills
Parceled by a parsimony
Until an ocean compensates
Their gravid buoyancy
Closer than the thighs could get
Deeper than the sun's reach
Through and through
He and She

poem by Norman Santos
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