Writers' Circle, Session 2

Where: The Boulevard, Dumaguete City
When: July 11, 2004, around 10 PM
Theme: MorBED Scene

My piece:

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The Sun & Moon

I am but a small island
Unconquered for a thousand years
A lush prize perchance
For Columbus and Magellan
Were it not for the jealous guard
Of the raging seas

Then one day you come
Shipwrecked and half-dead
Torn between pity and dread
I draw you to my bosom
And lick your gaping wounds
Once wet then dry

Slowly, your senses awaken
Trembling, pulsating,
You stretch out to grab your spear
Made hot by the scorching sun

Then you let your eyes wander
And was struck by my untamed beauty
I feel them rest upon me
Not with gratitude but desire

I hear the answering whistle
Of the sleeping volcano not far away
For once, I let the trees fall
I spread my legs
And you wasted no time to explore

Up you go to my highest peaks
The verdant forests where you had your fill
Of my tropical fruits so ripe and fresh

With your dangling spear
You traverse to the valley
And come upon the cave
Where I hide the jewel of the sun

Prompted by greed, you suck it
With your lance, you pierce it
With your tongue, you hide it
And with your deft hand replace it
With the teardrop of the moon

Oh you shouldn't have
For it drove my volcano wild to anger
Spitting fire and lava overflowing
Searing every tree and flesh
Till they turn to dust

And oh, oh, just like a man
You left me to my devastation
With nary a look, your eyes still glazed
By the glint of the sun jewel in your hand.

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Discussion Excerpt

MD: The title should be: Virgin Island

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Hmm, what else? Naahh, can't think. I'm still reeling from Bryan's piece. Bwahahaha.