Dear debonair


Dear debonair,

We have assigned profundity to obscurity

As such, words have faded out to yellow—almost white

But this is of no concern to you, is it?

You cross my arms above my bum

I bite the tongue you offer my mouth

That sunlit afternoon was dark enough to conceal our indulgences

People listen. They hush in anticipation of the noise.

You shove me forward; I coopt tangerines with how tight you feel inside


Then I lose my sobriety at what feels like the clearest of all states—

when you thrust inside me and I am


And we are satisfied by the beating

And we proclaim our love Concurrently with your finish

Floraime O. Pantaleta

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.

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