Did you not thank me first, stranger? I hadn’t known it was the day of


You had never asked me to spell it out for you

By the watchtower, I confided an old photograph

In a moment, I thought you saw through me again
when I turn around

I hold back my smile. You, as usual, were expressionless

Have you seen enough? You have been here, where we are

We discarded the blue light, raised the blinds, commenced with a


Isn’t this exactly how it is supposed to be?

you raised your glass, we sip to our hunger silently

we will never admit to our proclivities

I will never admit to this slippage.
It is supposed to be a secret, I remember

Can you tell? Did you not tell me to keep this between us?

you seize me by the changing light, we cut to the end

We were filled to the brim with slight touches, never entirely swathed
But there you were, a lightheadedness only seeking to be more subtle

by the hour

With modest glances enough to wrap me with

Enigma, what is your name? Haven’t we kissed before?

About the author

Floraime O. Pantaleta

Nagsusulat siya sa Chavacano at Ingles at minsan, sa Filipino at Sebuano. Nag-aral ng Literature at Linguistics sa Mindanao State University-Iligan Institute of Technology. Kasalukuyan siyang nagpapakadalubhasa sa Ateneo de Zamboanga.

By Floraime O. Pantaleta