Your eyes

are the bluest shade

of human
I have ever seen

and I have never believed in faith at first anything,

but I am entranced by your ocean.

Body buoyant,

my bloodstream bleeds weightless now,

as if the only original sin

humanity was ever guilty of

was allowing its emotions

to surrender to gravity’s pull.

I could never foster peace

between my heart and my tongue.

Butterflies getting stuck

somewhere between

my superego and my esophagus,

I grew up spitting out a million reasons why happiness

wasn’t mean for a heart with so many craters

devoid of any possibility of fostering alien life.

I was a lonely planet

the rotation of lovers around my crooked halo,

a bittersweet exercise in introspection.

My words never thought I was worthy

found too much error I

n the discrepancy between my intentions and the garbled recollections

my nerves construed into confused communications.

We humans are too mechanical

to ever compensate for our lack of intangibility

and our poems are sick of waiting for an explanation

as to our vanished belief in the power of prayer,

regardless of whether we’ve ever seen a church

or learned to recognize the face of God in the lightning.

Our words are waiting to be sonic manifestations of prophecy,

but we are not ready to be the world,

unprepared to accept the future inscribed into the lines of our palms.

Our faces the second coming of grace,

we workshop God each time

we donate breaths to the space between

reason and the unexplained.

Uncertainty is not only our middle name

but the secret to our strength.

I’ve never been so willing to be feeble,

so in love with the color of life.

You make my tongue

want to spit penance

for the insecurity I’ve felt in this skin

to embrace

the vulnerability

inherent in being

human.

You made me believe in the kind of love at first sight

that happens when our eyes

meet our reflections for the first time,

when we first realize we don’t need to apologize

for the din of our heartbeats

& learned to love the entropy-

the universe’s obsession

with becoming as disordered

as the thoughts graffitied onto the walls

of our mindsets.

Our progress has always been analog-

These insufficient arms

the antennas through which our voices have learned to translate the sun.