G-SPOT

BY VIRGINIA JASMIN PASALO

The gift of May

When I thought I had forgotten, the feeling resurrects. It resurrects without warning, “Lazarusing” spontaneously, a glitch in the memory of my universe. It comes with the rising of the Flower Moon, and may hover till the Blue Moon coinciding with the rare occurrence of two full moons in the month of May, thirteen days before my birthday. Perhaps, this is a divine gift allowing me the rare chance of living the past and the present, with you, coexisting in the unity of time and space.

Looking back

now that the feeling is gone

I can look at you

past the moonlight

past the silence of dawn

and the silence of your lips

pressed on my forehead

now that the feeling is gone

I can feel the splash of the waves

against the boat

where we coasted our dreams

as they washed away memories

pink debris drifting and swaying

with the sea grass

and I watched the feeling float away

as I looked back at the vast expanse

of water that used to cradle seeds

of wild weeds seeking fertile ground

to grow

and then

as the waves swept on my feet

all the feelings crept back to my knees

like they were rhythms filling in

blank spaces for an unfinished quartet

to honor the rainbow at night

perhaps old feelings live

in the salt of the sea water

and never really leave

and your round face, your round eyes

your quaky playful fingers were snatched

by the moonbeam to indulge Poseidon,

an offering to his beloved Amphitrite.

in the moonlight, your apparition hovers

as the dawn passes in silence

ignoring the turbulence of the sea

flooding my heart, as I look back

about to turn into an island

of salt