| poetry I
wait for you
by Francisco Arcellana
I wait for you
ready to leap at you
from every corner
at every turn
gathered to spring at you
from the shadow
of every tree
this is an ambush
but I am not the assassin
I wait, not with a knife,
but love, heavy, dripping in my hands.
1953: Love in Philippine
Story and Verse (ed. Patricia L. Martin), 39.
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