After our revolution there will be
garden beds as tributes to us.
Dormant seeds will sprout in response to our glow.
This is how yellow dwarf stars are made.
It’s a chemical combustion reaction, patiently
waiting to spark this is how we will sun dance.
Trace the pores back to your
lips with the outer ring of mine.
I found prayer in the comfort of being
caught up in something bigger than myself.
Peace in your goofiness. Serendipity
In your aura—and outlook on life.
I know God Is a loving God,
Filling voids in what we seek.
I’ve witnessed our growth through trials and tribulations,
Even when it seems hard, we still have been made for each other.
Peace after tension, hugs and gentle gestures, guided by
Our tenderness towards each other for fear of tarnishing us.
My Prayers were answered when you revealed in my life.
No different to when you said I saved you. We saved each other.
What do you know of discernment?
That higher plane of understanding?
It is clear to me that I love adventure.
The pleasures of self-discovery externally.
I prolonged deciphering your skins story
just to give myself more time to admire you.
I’m envious of your sweat because
It shares a stronger chemical bond than we do.
Kisses your skin gentler than I ever could.
It’s a caress that enables a longer lingering effect
after smoothing down the edges of your build.
I’m intoxicated by your melanin.
This is arts’ greatest practice. Time and time again
I will retrace my lip prints and find myself back in
these rich minerals inside of these caves,
excavate this uncharted map.
Create my new terrain, this is how I conquest,
feel the temperature in the air.
Feel for the next chasm, venture further,
notice the shift in the air pressure.
Before the next collapse, take action—
dig deep—Press forward—repeat.
Repeat until this excavation becomes a
national museum, until the suns glare envious.
Until this microcosm of a world breaks pasts its atmosphere
and lets us greet a kingdom in the sky clearly.
Until we are the last fleeting moment and return to the
particles in this universe. Then and only then will you understand.
The riddles of our lives, the unity of our hereafter, the beginning
that hasn’t given way to an end. This love that is undying.
Evolving around you constantly.
This unconditional manifestation under God’s eyes.
This never-ending “what if…
Is only a matter of when, Mi Amora”
