Soaring To Heaven Poem by Manonton Dalan

gritting my teeth running uphill
getting away from sharp stubbles
i reach top; it’s all bermuda pads
i sit down to take rest; i’m please
i even forgot your fingernails
but not your cute wooden clogs

here you straddled me; i’m concealed
like you’re silhouette of a watchdog
rocking your head in middle of sheeps
grazing peacefully on daffodil’s field
until one decided to chew on my hair
i pulled her wool and i created scare

your whole nakedness is in full view
but your eyes close so you never knew
i pat your hips trying to let you know
you didn’t mind, i can’t stop but ooohh!
you’re wonderful; you rock my soul
i pulled you down and let things cool

bug
i follow deep(ay! paludip)
into my skin
soaring to heaven.