You are I am
by Banaue Miclat


You are another aorta pulled out of my heart.
Another round-faced illusion, sweeter in memory.
Another untiring lust, as your cover filled and burst.

You are another round-faced illusion.
Another broken glass, reflecting shattered lights.
Another hushed shame, suspicious in every breath.

You are another broken glass.
Another undermixed margarita, bitter and salty.
Another drunken past, vomited in putrid haste.

You are another undermixed margarita.
Another drooping sunflower, bent against the midday sun.
Another secret guilt, secret in its worldly cause.



I am another undermixed margarita.
Another drooping sunflower of the midday sun.
Another secret guilt with a worldly rumor.

I am another drooping sunflower.
Another broken glass amidst shattered lights.
Another shameful hush in your suspicious breath.

I am another shattered glass.
Another round-faced illusion in your sweet memory.
Another unremovable lust as your cover fill and burst.

Another aorta pulled out of my heart.

July 2002