Sunday Afternoon

Poetry by | March 18, 2018

Tangled bodies and bed sheets
sweaty from the sweltering heat
limbs refuse to move an inch
waiting for the slightest wind
finding comfort in discomfort
for what it’s worth
then the body clock says get up
and limbs untangle
and she becomes a she
and he becomes a he
and the sheets are now just sheets
drying up
growing cold
from the absence.


Krizza Jan D. Ceniza is an AB Mass Communication student from the Ateneo de Davao University.

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