Having a kouk with You

is even madami fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your kahel sando you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my pag-ibig for you, partly because of your pag-ibig for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent kahel tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right...