HAPPY

merry christmas...

off to a prosperous week of words, flash, and plates.

mabubuo na ang mga plato.

inigo is dumaguete and dipolog bound.

SAYAW (2 SA 2)

Ako dapat
ang ilaw na sumasayaw
sa iyong katawan,
ang pawis
na humahaplos
sa iyong mga labi.

Ako dapat
ang s'yang ritmong tumutugtog
sa bawat mong hakbang,
ang pagod
na sumasamo
sa nagbabadyang gabi.

Ako dapat.

SAYAW (1 SA 2)

the white space is painted of moving lines, transient circles transforming into hues, complementing the rambunctious pulse of the evening stereo.

i hear the beat; it speaks of the moving distance as you gyrate into the epiphany of your madness - a collapsing melody made between you and the secrecy i hold within.

the crowd becomes a flood of unknown shadows, emphasizing the movement of your hips and the envy of that one that holds them.

i am your shadow and that becomes me, until the sunrise voluntarily sweeps the madness within, until the hips slip into its day fall, until i become a person, distinct and whole,

yet unknown.

It's Christmas and all i still think is...