Karlo Sevilla writes

Revelation

 

Sky spat blood:

a new language.

Better sung than spoken.

With words for all things

yet unnamed.

I studied it,

slow learner that I am.

Until I discerned

that it's nothing new:

just another iteration

- a rehash, even -

of love, love, love.

Karlo Sevilla writes

Soul Tango

Without eyes, we gaze at each other.

Without arms, locked in embrace.

Without ears, enraptured by music.

Without feet, dance till curtain falls.

My declaration of faith:

where flesh is phantom,

love embodies.

 

Phantom Lovers -- Josie Grant