Poem: Geyser

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This is one of the poems I submitted to the Davao Writers Workshop with a little tweaks.

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Geyser

 

I am used

to having

hands around my waist,

fingers around my neck,

different lips

pressed

against

mine.

They

chug

me

down

to

the

last

drop

 

and

then they

leave

me

empty.

 

But one night

you

– in your mint condition –

dropped

 

You kept your

 

lips

 

to yourself

 

but you

 

sunk

deep.

 

An awkward silence.

 

Your light

 

against my

 

dark

 

bubbled out

 

of the surface.

 

Followed by

 

a spectacle

 

only you

 

and I

 

share.

 

A geiser.

 

A purge.

 

And then

 

you

 

slowly

 

dissolved

 

into me.

 

They said

 

I would ruin you.

 

They didn’t

 

tell me it

 

was the other

 

way around.

What do you think about it? Please do tell me.

Peace out!

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About le miss loudmouth

Mai Santillan is a freelance content writer born and raised in Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines. She, along with her friends from Xavier University - Ateneo de Cagayan, founded NAGMAC (Nagkahiusang Mambabalak sa CDO) or loosely translated as United Poets of CDO. Once every two months, they organize CDO Poetry Night. She was a fellow of the 2014 Davao Writers Workshop. In her spare time, she hangs out in milk tea and coffee shops alone and eavesdrops on strangers hoping to write her next play.

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