By: Gus Victoria
Unalloyed words,
Devoid of pretension,
No inhibition,
Freed without coercion
To wreak havoc
On the field
That the heart has plowed
In violation of Fate’s decree,
Selfish the harvest planned,
More the desires rampant
Giving wing to those words,
Another sip,
Another line,
Time makes distance,
A growing barrier
Space cannot breach,
“I..” began the mantra,
spoken in “love”
that “you” would hear.
