_Drew & Iya

DREW ARELLANO and IYA VILLANIA

WORDS BURST IN YOUR ESSENCE & you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.

You aren’t miracles. Or flowers.
You are some sweet boy with a good smile and a shaky heart.
Come kiss me.

Im in love with the miracle of your body beside my body.

SHE STOOD OVER ME,
AN EMPIRE OF FLESH,
AND I,
A POOR ACOLYTE,
WORSHIPPING HER NAKED BEAUTY

Her sentences were icebergs,
with just the tip of her thought coming
out of her mouth,which i was starting to think
was more and more
beautiful the longer i looked at her.

I WISH I WASN’T A GIRL WHO NEEDED SO MUCH
but a little free creature that slept in deserts

and ran on clouds and lived on lilies

I DON’T WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND, I WANNA KISS YOUR NECK.

She would buy magic every day of the week.

Love me, that face said.

❝  Put your hands on my knees, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read. ❞

A kind of light spread out from her.
and everything changed colour.
and the world opened out
and a day was good to awaken to

When I turn around, he cups my
face in his hands and he kisses me so
deeply that I don’t know who is
breathing for who,

but his mouth
and tongue taste like warm honey.
I don’t know how long it lasts,
but when I let go of him,
I miss it already

I SEE YOU IN COLORS THAT DON’T EXIST.

.

IT WAS THE STRAYING that found the PATH.

IT IS AS THOUGH HER LIGHTNESS PULLS HER TOWARD HEAVEN,

BUT THE EXTRA GRAVITY AROUND HER KEEPS HER EARTHBOUND.

Sometimes i find myself sitting on one spot for hours,

staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing,

and caring about nothing.

If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

I think about your thighs, and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning,

and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me.

I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are.

I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid – a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone.

I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map.

But we fit together
He took her hand, pressed her palm
to his, then laced their fingers
through each others.

WEFIT.

It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you.

I’m sure I’ve missed things, forgotten them,

because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness.

I’VE BEEN DRINKING ABOUT YOU.

I said that I wanted to travel and he
taught me how to use my arms as runways for
seven-four-seven airplanes, how to carry my heart
in my chest in a bag in a flight, and how to
disappear without ever moving my feet.

SOMETIMES YOU CAN’T EXPLAIN WHAT YOU SEE IN A PERSON.
IT’S JUST THE WAY THEY TAKE YOU TO A PLACE WHERE NO ONE ELSE CAN.

I listened wide-eyed. Glowing by her voice in the dim light.

if chocolate was a sound, it would’ve been your voice singing.

if singing was a colour, it would’ve been
the colour of that chocolate.

.

from the stars we come,

to the stars we go.

LIFE IS BUT A JOURNEY INTO THE UNKNOWN.

“I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention
that every brush of your palms
feels like you writing a novel on my skin.”

.

There may be more beautiful times,
but this one is OURS.

.

_ STYLING : { Rabbithole Creatives }  | HAIR / MAKEUP :  { Brian Borda / Madge Lejano }  | VIDEO :  { Jason Magbanua }  | ARTWORKS / INSTALLATION :  { Geof Gonzales }  | COORDINATION : { Chinkie Uy-Agregado _ MetroEventscapePlanners }  _

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