An excerpt from Back-to-back Showbiz Love Cycle by Angelo Suarez
My Logic professor made us read this back in First year, law school. NO, I'm no lesbo. But this explains everything A MAN SHOULD BE. He may have all these fantasies, desires --- but IT SHOULD ALWAYS BE YOU, because you (as a woman) have everything to be desirous of and that no man should ever make you feel insecure about yourself!
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An excerpt from Back-to-back Showbiz Love Cycle by Angelo Suarez
II. Between you & Amanda Griffin -
-I’d still pick you of course.
It isn’t as much an issue of hormones
As it is of heart -
Which is not to say all as such:
Not much luck having her between one’s thighs,
Her mouth mouthing lengthly
The length of him.
What sane straight man
Wouldn’t want Amanda’s tan all over him?-
Who wouldn’t want his hand
On Cindy Kurleto’s crotch, to touch
Her just one notch beneath her navel,
Right beneath her skirt,
Smell the very cleft of her?-
Take the shirt off Cheska Garcia
& taste the very rack of her,
The back of her,
Let his tongue go in & out of the crack of her,
Roundabout her body,
Back
& forth
The scrape of her,
Froth forming
From his mouth
& south?
The list can go on & on
& heap cycles upon cycles
Can challenge The Trilogy
Of Saint Lazarus-
But bent this logic may seem
As Cirilo Bautista’s arms
Between you & Maike Evers
I’d always pick you
& your sweaty palms, slightly bent nose,
Shoulders & armpits worthy of psalms-
Your sex songful
With salt & sin.
Ultimately what pins me down to you is heart,
My love-
Though hormones too-
But mostly heart.
Isn’t that, after all,
The art of it?
Does love not sprout from need?
But choice? Not much room
To heed a differing voice there anyway-
I’d be way insane to choose Heart
Evangelista over you-or Nancy Castiglione-
Or Pia Guanio.
Let’s say even Mookie Katigbak
What you think I want of them
Isn’t what you suppose to be their perfection-
& I don’t just love you because I lack desire
For anyone else-
I do because I do-
Because you have all there is
to be desirous of--
the random swaying of sea
on days of slight wind-
the dash pauses for breath
between scribbled clauses.
It is the off-rhyme makes
The sonnet perfect-
The rule you break
When you write a story-
That little mole above your lip.
Your unshampooed hair past an hour-long bath-
The unrolled R’s in your Tagalog sentence.
It’s all asymmetry, my love-
That one silver of purple
In a corner of sky
As utterly black
As a galaxy without suns-
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An excerpt from Back-to-back Showbiz Love Cycle by Angelo Suarez
II. Between you & Amanda Griffin -
-I’d still pick you of course.
It isn’t as much an issue of hormones
As it is of heart -
Which is not to say all as such:
Not much luck having her between one’s thighs,
Her mouth mouthing lengthly
The length of him.
What sane straight man
Wouldn’t want Amanda’s tan all over him?-
Who wouldn’t want his hand
On Cindy Kurleto’s crotch, to touch
Her just one notch beneath her navel,
Right beneath her skirt,
Smell the very cleft of her?-
Take the shirt off Cheska Garcia
& taste the very rack of her,
The back of her,
Let his tongue go in & out of the crack of her,
Roundabout her body,
Back
& forth
The scrape of her,
Froth forming
From his mouth
& south?
The list can go on & on
& heap cycles upon cycles
Can challenge The Trilogy
Of Saint Lazarus-
But bent this logic may seem
As Cirilo Bautista’s arms
Between you & Maike Evers
I’d always pick you
& your sweaty palms, slightly bent nose,
Shoulders & armpits worthy of psalms-
Your sex songful
With salt & sin.
Ultimately what pins me down to you is heart,
My love-
Though hormones too-
But mostly heart.
Isn’t that, after all,
The art of it?
Does love not sprout from need?
But choice? Not much room
To heed a differing voice there anyway-
I’d be way insane to choose Heart
Evangelista over you-or Nancy Castiglione-
Or Pia Guanio.
Let’s say even Mookie Katigbak
What you think I want of them
Isn’t what you suppose to be their perfection-
& I don’t just love you because I lack desire
For anyone else-
I do because I do-
Because you have all there is
to be desirous of--
the random swaying of sea
on days of slight wind-
the dash pauses for breath
between scribbled clauses.
It is the off-rhyme makes
The sonnet perfect-
The rule you break
When you write a story-
That little mole above your lip.
Your unshampooed hair past an hour-long bath-
The unrolled R’s in your Tagalog sentence.
It’s all asymmetry, my love-
That one silver of purple
In a corner of sky
As utterly black
As a galaxy without suns-