Disclaimer:
This is a paglalaba-sa-umaga-inspired poem. The hyonotic whirlpools in the washing machine and the idyllic morning tranquility brought my sleepy mind to its senses and VOILA!
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There we go again
Handing out "I love you"s
Like candies
On a Halloween night
In this day and age
Where arduous courting is lost
And merely expedited
With apps and GPS
Has love been brewed enough?
Like the best whisky in oak casks
Enough to drown and inebriate us
In its velvety addicting goodness
Or has it been driven by mere
Impulse? Loneliness?
Erikson's loud calls for
Fucking intimacy?
And answered with
A mutual swipe to the right
Acute need for companionship.
Proximity.
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