OF GASPS AND GAZES

You garble at

your short speech

and stutter at him.

Prior, prior

to your

first meeting –

you already

gave what will

later be asked

from you.

On the edge of

discontent

you both strolled

until the wind

has taken

it’s toll…

Not to forsaken,

but to leave a mark.

So prior, prior

to the soft

caress…

prior, prior

to the dark

voice

that looms

between your

pink cheeks

and prior, prior

to the echoing

assignation

just bellow

his belly…

You already haunted

his dream…

OF THE UNCOMMON

The notion

of course

is always inaccurate

he pertains

to a myth of a healer

or at least some

character who

could:

“help pick up

the broken pieces”

yet,

she refused

to accept

initially

as always

Then she gives

the nod

he proceeds

perceives

the fine

points

of

pleasure

A guarantee

of a solemn

vow

of muffled

joys;

the shortest

measure

of eternal

delight.

The notion

of course…

in the dark,

we are one.

-Jay Protacio Mendoza

Of Phantom Penumbras

So he was coined;
the culprit.
The tosses and turns
during humid nights
and that he once
surmised as true
In dark and desparate
evenings;
She would touch
the tip of its thorns...
ensuring;
the pleasure is not
a dream
nor a delightful
fancy.
He hid until the hardness
has hung it self
a suicide on the edge
of a damp, old pulpit

No one knew his face.
The suspect...
as always...
was me.


Jay Protacio Mendoza

Leaks in the Afternoon

Under this grey

tapestry of clouds

where even clowns would not

dare brighten or grin at;

I recall you.

In between deep breaths

the figure of you

a faint after-glow

of lime-greens and off-white

skin

passes by the peripherals

After deep sighs

and long evening walks

I surrender

bloodied and bone-dried

to the core

You appear.

Yet only long enough

for the afternoon rain

to wash you  off

these mossy firewalls.

-Jay Protacio Mendoza-



*written: September 20, 2014