MY BOOK

He sleeps in the mat
where I wander
through the night

He snores through my ears
while I listen
to his fears

He wakes up slowly
the itch in my brain;
It feels funny

He yawns in my face
tickles the seam
of the embroidered lace

that is dangling
in front of me
swims in my vast sea.

"Picture is my painting on a Philippine woven mat (banig)"