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November 19, 2008L’affaire Internationale
You grasp my hands
Your breath on my skin
Wet kisses on my feet
Whispers of passion:
Je t’adore.
I hold your gaze steady
Fair-haired and dimpled
Smooth skin like milk
Sibilant voice trembling:
Vous avez de beaux yeux.
Your words flow
Like syrup,
Filling me with
Promises so sweet
I am almost
Led to believe.
Again.
Nothing is forever,
Amour, this
I’ve learned painfully.
If I let you take me
To this dance again,
I may not get out
In time to save what
Remains of myself.
Nothing is forever,
Oui, even the love
That you so profess.
Kiss me, mon cher,
The time is ripe
For parting.
Au revoir.
manila, 1998; edited phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman










