You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.

Even through the smoke,you are still the most beautiful thingin this city and I, well, I am stillthe last thing you’d save in a fire.

I've never known lovethat wasn't an animal waiting to devour.

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.

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.

Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy?

Why kill a wild thingwhen you can take it home and tie it down?

Drink wine in new cities.Forget that you were everintoxicated by the vowelsof his name.

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.