poetry

The Thirst I Keep
by Mila D. Aguilar

The thirst I keep
keeps still. You must not know.
The sun's rays seep
deep through my nape, yet sow

No sap. Wet's
ensconced in air. Its lair.
The moist weights down
upon my throat. And yet I musn't dare.

Philippines Free Press
September 27, 1969

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