1 <br />stars afloat the skies <br />beyond Laguna de Bai <br />pens are shimmering skeletons <br />of barbed bamboos <br />crisscrossing the once placid waters <br />imprisoning fish and much more; <br />moon-mountains glow against the dark <br />the legend of Maria Makiling <br />comes back, like an old song <br />picture pretty <br />postcard shot <br /> <br />2 <br />women in the jacuzzi <br />shirts thrown in abandon <br />amidst gurgling waters <br />translucent upon our skin; <br />we swim in our heads <br />desires, perhaps, stirring quietly <br />in this delightful company <br />i see your breasts carved <br />against the blue waters <br />i am confused, like this racing liquid <br /> <br />3 <br />the stars are afloat the skies <br />as i touch, oh very lightly <br />my own breasts <br />connecting with the warmth <br />of an unknown: <br />finding reasons for the tingling <br />feeling rising above the water <br />translucent upon our skin <br />mingling with the bubbles <br />some unnamed desire <br />no, not for the moon, or the stars<br /><br />Aida Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jacuzzi-party/
