YR 47 Issue 1 2011
 
 
Letters
           Muse                             
By ZENDY VICTORIA SUE G. VALENCIA
in dreams:
he comes to me with the heaviness of water
either in the dead of night, or just before daybreak.
he comes to me like an onrush of something huge—
a crashing wave.
and i drown in his weight.
or, he would just leave me
wordless.
a blank slate—-tabula rasa .
and I would not write at all.
instead I would watch him dance
in and out of my mind,
like a restless wind.
and i am left wanting
his eyes that are made of stars.
his fingers——outstretched,
the sun’s rays.
his hands, fire
on my skin.
he comes to me with the heaviness of water.
Year 47 |  Issue 1 |  2011