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| ANGELO V. SUAREZ |
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| there are no shadows when it comes to you—
only nightscapes. or should I say: it is night in that part of the world where your shadow falls obliquely like a shroud, your shadow whose weight is the absence of thought, all thoughtlessness and wingflutter, whose surface is smoother than the edges of night, each finger a wingless butterfly sharper than shoulder blades where caterpillars blossom into song. your shadow whose forehead is the biblical wilderness the messiah prayed in for forty days and forty nights, adorned with thickets and traitors, deer and despair. whose mouth dismantles planetary systems and detonates stellar clusters, whose breath is submerged in ethereal moonlight, whose breath is moonlight, whose face is moon with lips of moonrock. night falls when you close your eyes, my love, and nothing stirs except my heart. This poem is part of the collection that won Third Prize for Poetry in the 2004 Palanca Awards |