On Loving Purely, Simply

(For Ralph Besijos, because you wanted this poem for Glenna)

Loves go on in circles

like games

we play, in childhood

as in our adult cares.

We come and go

into this abyss

of passion coming alive,

entrenched in cracked

conceits we define

in songs we hide

in the pockets of evenings

when we lose

and find the same

absences that matter so.

We think thoughts

visiting us

as we seek and do not find

as we find but do seek.

Today is the first day

of our birth

in these new-found loves.

Redeemed we are,

we look for the faces

that haunt us in twilights,

some regrets residing

in our broken hearts.

Aurelio S. Agcaoili

Artesia, CA


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