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
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poem by Norman Santos
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