I. Lips
Scarlet arches,
like bow and string
releasing arrows
from Eros’s grip
to my wildest dreams
II. Teeth
Slices of pearls
cradled by the soft
of your lips,
in hiding,
like a symphony of secrets
III. Eyes
Soulful windows opened and hidden
by the flutters
of your eyelids, much like
the blackbird’s wings
to the wonders of the night
—
Ivan is a student of BS Architecture from UP Mindanao with an alarming addiction to milk bars.