smooch pit
Written by Rommel Lacambra • Board by Angelle Valbuena | 28 February 24
hold me so tender
— an audible kiss
one turns to many
— the luck of the draw
was there a time you are here
where i am
or is it all in the waiting that tells
we co-existed
deserted in the heat
of lips as it sits
on the very heavy part, on the interim much of time
more likely to be one's thirst
had you do it over and over again
straddled, brushing against the run
a round for few laps, less of a sound
pit-landing per millisecond
mesothermal on its arrival
— romance demands
gentle as the dream
warm akin to a fever
passing from right here
to there, then mine
to you— an audible kiss