Tadek

Poem

Tadek

Al P. Garcia

I missed the beatings

Of the wooden drums,

The stumping of

pairs of feets

Upon the trodden bamboos,

The swaying hips that grinds,

The brown stalks into submission

Until it becomes dark white

From the mortar,

As brown bodies

Filled with sweats,

Intermingled with tears,

Body juices erupts

into consuming estacy,

while we dance

deep into the moonless

night.

March 09, 2012