ᴘᴀʟᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

Dusk
©️ tea solon
2021 | San Remigio, Northern Cebu
Philippines

whensoever slumber
consigns to oblivion
its visits in moments
between cold midnight
and warm sunrise your

poetry holds me.

soothing. much liken
to how the windsong
brush cold fire on my
cheeks at early dawn

or how the wavesong
stroke warm ice on my
raven hair at late dusk.

your poetry finds me.

i am never alone or lost
i am never neglected or
deserted. in my solitude

your moving metaphors
accompanied me like a
constellation of stars at
dark or a suite of colors
at first light of day. your

rhythm entertained me
like uneven preternatural
song of courtship between
thunder and lightning on
stormy nights. invariably

your poetry encompasses.

✏️ tea solon
Oct 14, 2021 | Cebu
Philippines

ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ

Wisdom of the Bamboo
©️ tea solon
2021 | San Remigio, Northen Cebu
Philippines

collecting
sounds of
the majestic
bamboo…

the creaking
aches of its
branches…

the rustling
leaves…

listening
for some
age-old
wisdom…

✏️tea solon
Oct 8, 2021 | San Remigio
Northern Cebu, Philippines

ᴡɪꜱᴅᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɴɢ ᴡᴇɪ

the chinese bamboo sways
where the wind blows. its

rhythm flows with grace
bending and standing back up

again, gliding its tiny branches
from side to side and going back

up again. it does not resist the
power of the wind nor just simply

give in. it is resilient in its own bent.

✏️ tea solon
Oct 04, 2021 | Bamboo Bay
Cebu, Philippines

ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ʀᴀɪɴ

my right cheek rests on
your beating chest while
the evening moon and
morning sun dance there
outside the glass window
with september’s drizzles

my left arm bars the width
of your midsection, taking in
all the warmth as dew starts
to leave kisses on the white
rose petals in our garden

my right calf knee thigh reach
the space between your strong
shanks for endearing caress and
comfort. your brawny left arm

forages the skin on my back
until your left hand grasps my
left shoulder bone. i exhale in

this moment like a raindrop
rolling on the caladium’s wide
pinkish leaf or a tiny red ladybug
resting on a vibrant mustard leaf

your lips plant a slow kiss on
my forehead sending sensation
all over my body like sunrays
through delicate beige curtains
or golden hour on maple leaves

your masculine right thigh
drives over my left knee to
my hefty left hip down the
slope of my soft waist. we

intertwine in more places —
the metronome of your heart
beats to my exhales. the slow

rise and fall of your breathing
joins the rhythm of my kisses,
the ebb and flow of the sea.

my favorite season is whenever
you are home, my beloved.

✏️ tea solon
September 29, 2021

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅʏꜱꜱᴇʏ – ʙᴏᴏᴋ 24

you are home

after calendars at sea
you are finally back
inside my arms, resting
your tired head upon my
bossom while i delicately
stroke your once black
facial hair that have turned
silver and gold with time…

your scent comforts my soul…

the sound and rhythm of
your snores— i finally hear
and feel them again — the ones
that i used to dread, which
over time i learned to love and
looked for like a safety blanket
in all the nights we spent together
or apart— now soothe my longing…

no more worries
that shackle or
cold distance
that imprison

i could get used to this
emancipating warmth
for as along as i live.

✏️ tea solon
September 27, 2021

ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴇɪᴅᴏɴ

Murmurs of Pristine Waters
©️ tea solon
2021 | Cambais Falls
Alegria, Cebu
Philippines

this nautical miles
between your lips
and my lips disturb
the vast blue ocean

one minute is like
a thousand odysseys
of cold arms yearning

i faithfully await your
return here in the quiet
murmur of clear waters
while you defy the natural
movement of constellations

✏️ tea solon
April 2021 | Alegria, Cebu
Philippines

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ

Mines View Park
©️ tea solon
2020 | Baguio City
Philippines

i love your scars.

i love the stories that
go with them and form them.
uncovered,
they share to me
where you have been and
who you once were. like,
i didn’t miss out on all
the changing moons
that went by in your life.
tonight,
my lips will kiss
the memories written on
your flesh… take me
with each heavy breath.
my loving hands
will passionately brush
an epiphany on you.
together we will carve
our stories much deeper than
how we imagined them
as our scars mingle

you are mine.

✏️tea solon
May 31, 2010 | Baguio City
Philippines

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴɪᴛ

Needlework
2021 ©️ tea solon

𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 28
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨-𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦
𝘰𝘧 15-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
-𝘉𝘉𝘊 𝘕𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 24, 2021

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴɪᴛ
so she can build
her own empire

love
truth
dignity
grit

are the four long
interlocked fibers
she fashions around
her tiny fingers. teach

her to create her life by
her own design— that no
one dares impede the artisan.

teach her the four steps to
use the needles and yarns,
her arsenals at hand:

step 1 – stab
step 2 – choke
step 3 – drag
step 4 – throw them off the cliff

when darkness tries to invade her dominion,
watch her defend fiercely
her own keep. today tell her your

life story while you show her
how to maneuver the needlework

why and when a thread breaks
how to effortlessly tie loose ends
what a womanbeing encompasses

tomorrow she will have
the perfect technique to
untangle the knots and

passion to show fellow
womanbeings how to
run their own empire.

✏️tea solon
09.25.2021