Dusk & Dawn [POETRY]

By: Jessica Bonifacio

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Pink skies draping wild, like fading Sakura

Down the summer fields;

A drowsy sun; and you, black-shirted

And a stone laced upon your neck — my gift!

Hands in your pocket, a whispered tune

Gliding, flying, sweeping out your pretty lips!

Night now waking and falling unto the roofs,

Unto your head, your chin, your legs, and feet;

‘Til stars cling on to the ground beneath.

I lead you to the grass, and the gates, up the chair

Before the glass-tinted dining table.

I swipe a stray hair off your cheeks,

As my parents machine-gun you questions,

My feet kicking yours right under.

Then, I pull you up a ghost-white room,

Where the dusk and the moon close their eyes,

Soft-pushing my kisses on your red-hot cheeks,

Waiting for the next pink sky.