Moon Fairy

I have mentioned in my ‘about page’ a lady named Diwata Luna. She’s a Language major and I’m a frustrated writer. I browsed through her accounts especially her facebook profile and I found some notes containing poems and creative compositions. I would like to share this poem she created several years ago. Originally entitled Affection until it has been rewritten many times after the critique of UP Writers Club. The first one is the first draft, and the second one is one of the revisions.

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Affection

sweeps through me like a lover’s experienced hands:
reaches the right places, caresses the face
with warm blood.

Blundering heart in one breath.

Hummingbird of emotion, unnoticeable but for its constant beat
so like the song of a ceiling fan that lulls one to sleep,
poised mid-air as a question moments ago hovers
and hums.

“Do you still love me?”

No, ’tis not love that kept hands and thighs locked,
but something more subtle like butterflywings
sometimes perched on parched lips, sometimes on
tear-streaked cheeks.

Not love with its flamboyant wings and peacock parades, just
a hummingbird of emotion, unnoticeable but for its constant beat,
so like the song of a ceiling fan that lulls one to sleep.

Hummingbirds (in summer)

Affection sweeps through like a lover’s experienced hands –
reaches inconspicuous places, leaving marks
where the heart blunders in one breath.

Do you love me?

a moment ago hovers and hopes over
wineglasses left to chill as we warm to awkward
unbuttoning of past, present, and slipping
out of routine, prescribed clothing and control.

I don’t know.

My heart hums with flitting wings, flitting wings
brush my skin. Hummingbird of emotion,
unnoticeable but for its constant beat,
satiates as lips seek nectar on neck, on hips.

Oh, how the stillness still sways
in figure eights to steady intermittent beat.

Just like this.

My heart hums with flitting wings, flitting wings
scratch my skin. That hummingbird of emotion
now neglected after the outburst of leaves,
like the ceiling fan that lulls us to sleep.

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One thing about me is that I easily fall in love with beautiful compositions and their composers. I was into poetry in high school before Mathematics took over and dominated my career. I wasn’t good at the English language so I guess that was the reason. Well, what’s wrong with the Moon Fairy being an apple of the eye for me? ♥

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