Hands
(After Glen Sorestad’s When Hands sleep, what do they dream?)
His hands dream the
calisthenics of metals of an automobile,
while hers dream of
cooking her thoughts, her passion;
his hands dream
juggling numbers, a jumbled telephone,
while her hands dream
of imprisoned letters finally freed;
his hands dream a
marriage of spoon and fork
as he moves brown rice
to his innocent mouth,
while hers dream the
bipolar bond of nude fingers
in the canvas plate
painting her hunger, her hunger;
his hands dream how the
soldier fingers camp the softness
of her breast, her
nipple, a caged nightingale,
her hands dream the
aggressive texture of his buttocks
as he enters, her
finger’s surrender to his hips.
Sometimes his hands and
her hands stop dreaming
but lie restless like
defeated warriors lost
in the subconscious of
hand against hand in combat.
Sometimes hands sleep
in the awakening of desire.
East of Eden
East
of Eden, silver rays pierce
My languid eyes in oblivion;
Half-awaken by the tick of time
In the swelling of my hourglass,
For the time has come
And it is the climax. My climax.
Looking at the morning star,
My eyes shut in a speed of light
As if the scorching heat
Ignited the chariot to throttle;
And friction made it less
Painful than reality. I slumbered,
As nightmares flashed in a
Kaleidoscope of blurry visions,
Frozen, my heart is frozen;
But the star is at its zenith
Aflame by the Power. I seek
For light where the darkness dwelt,
Even if I am East of Eden.
My languid eyes in oblivion;
Half-awaken by the tick of time
In the swelling of my hourglass,
For the time has come
And it is the climax. My climax.
Looking at the morning star,
My eyes shut in a speed of light
As if the scorching heat
Ignited the chariot to throttle;
And friction made it less
Painful than reality. I slumbered,
As nightmares flashed in a
Kaleidoscope of blurry visions,
Frozen, my heart is frozen;
But the star is at its zenith
Aflame by the Power. I seek
For light where the darkness dwelt,
Even if I am East of Eden.
April
Mae M. Berza is the author of Confession ng isang Bob Ong Fan
(Flipside, 2014). Her poems and short stories appeared in numerous
publications in the US, Canada, Romania, India, Japan, UK and
the Philippines. Her poems are translated in Crimean Tatar and
Filipino. Some of her poems are published in The Siren, Poetica,
Calliope, Maganda, Metric Conversions, Ani, The Manila Times and
Contemporary Verse 2, to name a few. Her poem "E-Martial Law" was
broadcast on IndoPacific Radio on KPFA 94.1FM/kpfa.org. She is a member of Poetic Genius Society. She lives in Taguig, Philippines.
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