Charlz dela Cruz

Poets and fools like me
will continue to write about your beauty
and always fall short...

Because beauty requires a perfect balance
of light, mixed in
with intricate shades
of darkness
It is a sensitive art
that pours from your eyes
like a river

Perhaps, beauty is not meant for everyone
for it is as elusive as love

Yet everything your hands touch
and all that you gaze upon:
the mountain and its rocks,
the night and its stars,
even caves full of shadows –
You awaken their hearts

For hearts do not fall
for you
They rise... they laugh
they sing, they dance,
and go to war
to dream, and love...

I know a woman who carefully hands her heart out
for riches
And another who throws it away
for free
This is not beautiful. This is a mistake.

But, throw me a quick glance,
or something, anything –
a smile, a kiss, a punch, a stone,
or a flower –
and I will sing you
ten thousand love poems to the Moon
to cradle you while you sleep
in the heart
of a star.

When music stutters between my lips,
I try to play love in the key of C
where you hold me in a frenzy
of fire and poetry...

Let us dance into the night
Soft steps by candlelight
Scattered petals of roses
and your body
glows, shining bright

Let us dance into the night
I dare not ask for more
but to dance and watch our silhouette
drop on the floor, more naked
than flesh

Let us dance into the night
With your head on my shoulder,
I smile secretly
because you do not know
how much weight
you have
in my heart

Let us dance into the night
Would you hold me close and tight?
And when the last stars fade out,
I will love you more in the morning
with a love so pure and growing.

Death
is a beautiful woman
with long, blonde hair
and green, timeless eyes
One day, she will sit
beside you, smile coyly,
and kiss you on the cheek
She loves you
and will save you
from Life

Therefore, live...
Live with meaning and dignity
Do not follow the mainstream crap
Instead, yearn for things that have a soul
And be mad enough to follow your heart

For you were not made
to be tame
You belong
to the wild
among the brightest
stars
and the biggest
flowers

You bloom, you shine
in a crowd
of angels...

So that when Death
finally comes,
you can greet her
like a long-lost friend,
smile back at her,
and laugh
as you tell
stories
of how you lived and died
a thousand times
so you could kiss her
on the lips

Because Death
was once in love
with Life
until
you came.

With her arms crossed behind her back
trapped in a pillowcase,
she was a candle in the night

“Write a poem on me” she said
and I obeyed, very carefully
First, with my lips, then
with my tongue, I wrote
slowly on her canvas
while she held me with her eyes –
eyes that spread out like branches
touching the biggest stars

More luminous than the evening,
I tore the night to pieces
and dipped into her soul
“Be gentle” she whispered with a sigh,
like a soft flower to the moon
while I continued to contemplate the fire,
burning her secrets with my desire

With my lips replete with her kisses
and her breaths breaking on my skin to the sound of grace,
she bit my shoulder, and pulled me up from the depths of the earth
to the sun blazing in her body

I pressed her cheek against the pillow
and watched her melting, with every thrust
The sheets, wet and swollen,
wild with dreams

She whimpered, crying
tears of the moon –
yet she was glowing

We died that night
We died that night

when I sank
deep
into her …