My Darling
my love for her always boils down to
money, credit and ATM cards, and
trips and vacations,
expensive clothes, and flashy cars
and a modern house
in the suburbia
she slides
my ATM card, relies on my credit card,
and plans my trip to islands with white sands
and expensive margaritas
she imagines the next trip
in Hongkong, Singapore, Thailand
China,
and Austria, and i jokingly add
the North Pole
just to check how white are the glaciers
and how warm is it
inside the igloo
and the United States of America
Las Vegas, and Texas
and visit some of her friends
in Chicago and California
not to mention her New Yorker
friend from Tondo
expensive dreams of my darling
but i do not really mind,
she will soon pay for all of them
you bet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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