By: April Mae M. Berza
2019 Philippine Senatorial Election
Creatures from Philippine mythology
ran for the senatorial election,
the tiyanak was thirsty for flesh
and blood just to remain in his
throne while an old aswang
wanted to avenge his failure
last election so he ran this day.
The tikbalang almost filled the
senate with such a smoke
everyone got a cough when a sigbin
tried to file a candidacy but failed
because he lacked experience.
If only they knew that a half-mortal
half-diwata named Tala would
save not only their kingdom but
the entire Philippines. Imagine,
that immortal teenager is the
solution to developmental
aggression, war on drugs, etc.
but the tiyanak is not willing to
concede defeat when all else
is but a wicked and weak power.
The night blindfolded me while I mapped your unvirgin lips
in sensual cartography of sweat and tears and saliva
as you penetrated the canvas of desire, mapping your body
next to me even if we were a parallel universe apart,
the stars collided inside of me as the milky lotion oozed
and let loose. The madness in the manly voice of the
universe dictating me to go on and on and on
like a major motion picture, I watched the centrifugal
force attempting to seduce me to kiss the nipples
of a black hole but I was reluctant at first, the seasons
embraced the sweet warmth of the galaxy in your eyes.
I’ve unearthed the passion from the caves and craters
and before I dig deeper into your soul, I will own
a multiverse of desires in every inch of kissing you.
The city dreams of more rainy days
but I could feel the tight embrace of the sun
to the lonely firmament after the world
bathes in summer, I spend time
in silent museums and loud parks,
my footsteps are the only visitors
of histories and misadventures and destinies,
when the storm reads my whispering mind,
I thought of planning a vengeance
but the wintry wind commiserates with me
and asked me to drink a chamomile tea,
I witness how the seasons change us
but we can never change the seasons.