“ You said: Wait for the moon with me.I stayed. I waited. The moon never came. ”
My tongue was handed down to meby datus and katipuneros. The truth ismy mouth is a battlefield thatyou wouldn’t know how to fight in.
~ Danabelle Gutierrez
The first summer that we spent together,we did so many obscene things to each other, thatby the end of it, the trees blushed a shy shade of scarlet,leaves falling to the ground, scandalized by our acts.
Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy?
I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice,but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.
