By Luis G. Dato

The day is sordid that before was bright,
The skies are empty, and the earth no less,
Alone, the fevers of our soul unite,
Deeply I breathe the perfume of your dress.

The city in confusion reels in haste,
The rosy heavens vanish with chaste wings,
Against the warm seduction of your waist,
I faint and find the origin of things.

Within the quiet communion of our thoughts,
Where words but wound heart-ecstasy within,
Our lips, our hands, our silences have brought
Our love before the odorous shrines of sin.

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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