Partialism

PARTIALISM

by Carlo Joseph S. Reglos 

I wonder how it feels to

touch your paper-like cutis 

it’s like a slithery shinny floor 

glazed with honey and mercury 

 I wonder how it emits light— 

the lowly servant cannot eye 

down your face is your 

long and veiny neck; 

life travels, the wine marks 

and oooh! I want a bite 

 I wonder what aroma 

does your sweat gives, 

like a sweet mist from a fortune grass. 

tiny drops that jaunt your body 

down to your unfathomed past. 

thirst is what I feel 

wanting to sip the nectar from the hills 

 I wonder how partial I am, 

how I see meaning to something 

maybe I’m being biased 

to desire just the specific— 

is this a curse? 

or a gift I deserve; 

I’m attracted to just a part 

partialism, so be it. 

Painting 

"Dreaminess"

by Oleksandr Balbyshev