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You are a candy sweeter than a molecule of flower dust, spasm of sound among the spires —oh apricot weeks!—sharpened memories on a prowl yet painted peaches to a murmuring waterfall. A breath lesioned core. […]

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Lawdenmarc Decamora

Lawdenmarc Decamora is a graduate student of literary and cultural studies at the Ateneo de Manila University. He holds an MFA in creative writing and has been a fellow of prestigious regional and national creative writing and criticism workshops in the Philippines, among them include Faigao, Lamiraw, Pamiyabe, Iligan, UST and KRITIKA. His literary works were published in Mad Swirl (Texas), TAYO Literary Magazine (San Francisco), WE ARE A WEBSITE Literary & Art Journal (Singapore), Cruising Magazine of Manila Bulletin, To Voice My Own (Proceedings of the 21st Iligan National Writers Workshop), Paper Monster Press, and BUKAMBIBIG Issue One: “Crowds”. He also has presented papers in international and national conferences. He is currently a UST faculty member and researcher of the university’s Research Centre for Culture, Arts and Humanities (RCCAH) and UNITAS or UST’s official refereed journal of the humanities.

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This article was published by Finn Jackson on 09 Aug 2017, and is filed under Poetry.

Longing by Lawdenmarc Decamora


You are a candy sweeter
than a molecule of flower dust,
spasm of sound among the spires
—oh apricot weeks!—sharpened
memories on a prowl yet painted
peaches to a murmuring waterfall.
A breath lesioned core.
Loveliness—tafetta skies
in your mouth, of yore I waited
till you twanged cerulean harpsichords
down a rivulet of toothsome repose.
 

A clock a blab—the sun
is a masquerade ball
rolling over the shoulders
of corseted tradition.
Forgive me for what
I have whispered
to your snow-capped silence;
for I am head of quills
disillusioned by the parted sea,
marshalled by gulls,
your time I fain endeared,
with sauces built upon chances
that hummed you near.
 

Flutists against the friendship of fire,
they play and sing their pipes out
for a scholarship of sands in El Nido[1]
Your feet, speaking of blonde oceans, shove
away the caries lounging upon my coral
enamel, whitening the leaden shores,
blossoming, even purging out sinister crablets
from a prestigious crucifixion of the clowns.
But you epitomizing love pageantry
are the pillow hugging my tummy:
caresses that shiver the cold in its brine.
 

And your patience cling like ivy,
wife of loyalty from the snorkeling esophagus;
take me with your fingering asparagus
and we’ll unfurl the tasseled tongue
of silence into wings of love.
 
 
 
 
 


[1] A breath-taking island destination and beach haven in the province of Palawan in the Philippines.

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