| Douglas Ordunio |
| The Two of Us |
When I was an eagle
Your solemn pet
With glorious multicolored wings
Silent and vigilant
At rest on the perch
You admired my stern beauty
My regal elegance
I would regard your spotless virginity
Dressed in pure white
Delicate sandals
Revealed sculpted feet
You would approach me
Indulging me
Tempting me with grapes
Benignly held in your lips
My powerful beak
Grasping them
With the touch of a lamb
The closest we get to a kiss
When your head drew near
Your soft fragrance
Blessed me with goodness
Your solemn pet
With glorious multicolored wings
Silent and vigilant
At rest on the perch
You admired my stern beauty
My regal elegance
I would regard your spotless virginity
Dressed in pure white
Delicate sandals
Revealed sculpted feet
You would approach me
Indulging me
Tempting me with grapes
Benignly held in your lips
My powerful beak
Grasping them
With the touch of a lamb
The closest we get to a kiss
When your head drew near
Your soft fragrance
Blessed me with goodness
Then you would don
The black leather gauntlet
My heart would beat faster
As I balanced myself on
The end of your arm
Your beguiling smile
As you unlocked the chain
Your tether to me
To fling me aloft and into the sky
The black leather gauntlet
My heart would beat faster
As I balanced myself on
The end of your arm
Your beguiling smile
As you unlocked the chain
Your tether to me
To fling me aloft and into the sky
Attaining my freedom
I would stay level
A few precious moments
Until the time came
For my heart-stopping dive
Down deep in the canyon
Becoming a blur
Of frightening speed
My vision crystalline
Detecting each pebble
Our hearts beat together
As I plunged through the air
We flew with the wind
Up to the stars
Emerging in evening
Feeling your joy
As I rose up on high
Gliding in graceful ellipses
Slowly descending
In a far-reaching survey
Of my forested domain
Quietly returning to my lady
My goddess
Who rewards me with field mice
And tasty soft lapins
My landing as peaceful
As moonlight in darkness
You show me the beauty
Of your unclothed body
Cloaked in sweet slumber
My spirit resplendent
In rapturous delight
Standing guard as your
Lover, protector
Until the sun blossoms again
I would stay level
A few precious moments
Until the time came
For my heart-stopping dive
Down deep in the canyon
Becoming a blur
Of frightening speed
My vision crystalline
Detecting each pebble
Our hearts beat together
As I plunged through the air
We flew with the wind
Up to the stars
Emerging in evening
Feeling your joy
As I rose up on high
Gliding in graceful ellipses
Slowly descending
In a far-reaching survey
Of my forested domain
Quietly returning to my lady
My goddess
Who rewards me with field mice
And tasty soft lapins
My landing as peaceful
As moonlight in darkness
You show me the beauty
Of your unclothed body
Cloaked in sweet slumber
My spirit resplendent
In rapturous delight
Standing guard as your
Lover, protector
Until the sun blossoms again
| THE LADY OF SHALOTT |
Those beautiful feet
A body abundantly wrapped
In ornate raiment
Trapped and bound
Barefoot and slender
She weaves in boredom
A soft depiction
Of the outside world
An image she observes
In a mirror
From her island
As waters pass below
Serenely drifting
Balls of yarn abundant
Symbolic of pieces missing
In the secret conundrum
Of her mysterious life
Her dreamlike hair
Tossed flung askew
In motion ecstatic
As though underwater
The left hand
Strategically placed
In protection of her inner
beauty
The right hand positioned
As though she is grasping
An absent object
Is her gaze upon
The two golden birds
Who fly by in silence?
Soon her sight captured
Directly by Lancelot
Handsome
Encased in armor
Sealing her fate
Soon she will drift
By many knights unknown
And many nights unknown
Their remark lingers
“She has a lovely face.”
A body abundantly wrapped
In ornate raiment
Trapped and bound
Barefoot and slender
She weaves in boredom
A soft depiction
Of the outside world
An image she observes
In a mirror
From her island
As waters pass below
Serenely drifting
Balls of yarn abundant
Symbolic of pieces missing
In the secret conundrum
Of her mysterious life
Her dreamlike hair
Tossed flung askew
In motion ecstatic
As though underwater
The left hand
Strategically placed
In protection of her inner
beauty
The right hand positioned
As though she is grasping
An absent object
Is her gaze upon
The two golden birds
Who fly by in silence?
Soon her sight captured
Directly by Lancelot
Handsome
Encased in armor
Sealing her fate
Soon she will drift
By many knights unknown
And many nights unknown
Their remark lingers
“She has a lovely face.”
