Musings Poem by Eloida Capuno

today i started writing again
the thoughts kept in the deepest
recesses of my dusty brain
how long ago was it when you were
my dearest friend
we made sweet music together
you guided the fluid of my musings
oh that was when life was a bed of roses
when love was so abounding
but the roses wilted and its thorns pierced
my being
that was when we lost the creative flow
you and i. we became estranged
intoxicated by the cheap thrills in the
process of healing the pain and forgetting
i gave up on you
but like a sudden urge of lust i yearned
for you again
like a child hungry for your nurturing breasts
making me delirious with anticipation
much like a homecoming.