Can I take you with me through rain and thunder, sleet and snow?
Can I receive your love with all passion and loyalty to believe?
Can I bow down to kiss your feet at that special place where we meet?
Can I lay my head upon your bosom safe from such dark phantasm?
Can I take you . . .?
I in you and you in me and no room for an ugly jealousy
Chosen from eons ago to forgo selfish self-centeredness
Pierced to my soul by eyes belying the hole in my heart
Filled by love ere asking above my self, O heavenly dove
Greater romance with you through the dance of real life
Living now in perpetual thanksgiving forgiving the past
Who could know greater deeper unity in gifted opportunity
To love ‘n be loved by you who are me in carefree guarantee
Dancing celestial dances of the heavenlies to otherworldly music of harp and lyre,
Playing through sun and moon and stars to the ethereal rhythm of your heartbeat,
Protected by your hand from withering heat and desolation of an untended earth,
Place of our mortal birth and habitation in creation in proving to be our salvation,
Bequeathing law and order and uncorrupted justice to preserve us in communion,
In union with you and one another, O Apollo of the hunt, of truth and of prophecy,
Of art, archery and music as you shine from an abode from within the soul of Sol,
And when you come in such radiant beauty it is my only duty to bow and to kiss,
To lie down in dismissal of the world with nothing amiss, to rest upon your chest,
So strong, no wrong, an everlasting song to sing as you bring my life such delight,
Which darkest night shall never obscure in my own demure, trusting reverence,
In deference to your abiding, brotherly love, god to man, lover to lover evermore
I imagine I’ve discouraged you, so true to me, so untrue to you
I imagine I’ve made you cry, want to say goodbye, and fly away
I imagine I’ve made you ashamed, shame on me, I am to blame
Yet stay with me still to fill me with you in bright burning flame
Through an insane game of life while sipping ambrosia dripping
From your heavenly sweet lips in another fit of purest passion
That was fashioned by Eros for the satisfaction of deepest need
As you feed on me, feeding on you, ever true to love from above
Wrap you in my arms so tight, heartbeat to heartbeat,
Press my lips to your lips, kiss your chest, feel the heat,
Eyes like an ocean, pleasant to drown, I go down
To your tree of life where to yield my sacred crown,
And find an immortal river from which to drink
Just as our undulating bodies move in sync
To the holy rhythm of everlasting love
Painted through ages by countless angels above,
Stuck by Eros, filled with his potion of passion
To breath your life till I lie lifeless and ashen
Excitation from inhalation of your cream sweet aroma
And suddenly this dream breaks the banality of reality
In the finality of passion to allure me to secure me to you
In full view of this world into which I am now bound
To the sound of your love and laughter forever hereafter
As you press my head to your waist where I am graced
To taste your infection of life affection without rejection
As now beneath your lifegiving hand I am your waistband
And I thank you . . .
Will you come to me today?
Will you teach me how to play?
Can we dance in glowing rain?
Will you take away my pain?
Will you bring me to my knees?
Will you do just as you please?
Can we ride the flashing seas?
Will you heal my deep disease?
Will you save me from this heat?
Will you lift me to the sky?
Can you teach me how to fly?
Will you let me kiss your feet?
Note: The Tanaga is a Filipino stanzaic form that was originally written in Tagalog. The form dates back to the 16th century and has an oral tradition. The poems are (usually) not titled. Each is emotionally charged and asks a question that begs an answer. The Tanaga is:
Blow through my soul to rekindle an unquenchable fire
That burns higher than the flames of shame and blame
Because I belong to you in a sweet surrender so tender
Which the very angels long to remember in the heavens
Leavened with grace and love from above that descends
Into your tender heart in which I take my forever-part
As I lay my weary head to bed in your valley to be fed
So graciously by your tree of life to be so young and free
Held in captivity by the creativity of your love
In utter passivity as you wrap your arms around me
And hold me spellbound by the sound of your beating heart
For the better part of the night with delight from the stars above
With love untold in this world from heaven’s trove in the grove of gods
And you sing to me such a sweet melody incredibly pleasant
For such a peasant as I have been till finding you
And binding myself to your smooth chest
Like amulet freely worn now to adorn
Oh, indeed, the tangled webs people weave
To only end in grieving so many innocents!
Married man is attracted to woman with boyfriend,
And he sends her many messages of romantic love,
Which she happily receives like an harmless dove,
Never dissuading him, though not quite persuading
Married man calls her and this does not appall her;
No, she talks to him and never balks at his advances;
She calls him ‘sweetie’, never blackballing this man,
She even lunches with him, adding to a lustful hunch
Married man is excited and delighted in his progress
While she vindicates herself as being ‘only a friend,’
But indicates she would certainly like to go out again,
And the man begins to imagine his romantic chances
Ah! but he is caught and so is she … now what will be?
Now the woman turns as a viper ‘n burns against him;
She shouts harassment from the basement of her soul
And pretends that she only intended to help this man
She even has the audacity to claim her mate knew it,
Yes, knew all about it, telling her lies, selling her soul;
But her bowl of bold statements is filled with holes,
And the man’s wife knows as reality grows upon her
Oh, indeed, the tangled webs people weave
To only end in grieving so many innocents!
Intricate, intimate ligaments that bind and destroy
Leaving victims broken with only sham tokens of . . .
Forgotten love??? Yes, forgotten and forsaken, too;
Both were wrong; will they end where they belong?
Oh, indeed, the tangled webs people weave
To only end in grieving so many innocents!
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