It was at that very moment,
The one where we lost our religions
And found ourselves floating,
That I realized I could love you.
I could fill my heart up with your energy.
It took more than coaching,
It took more than believing in
The possibility of an unbelievable God.
It took more than just a moment
And in that moment,
You looked me in the eyes and mumbled,
“This is infinity.”
Instead of just agreeing like a “good girl” would
I inhaled your words into my universe.
I let them roam their way through me.
I let them float in space alongside us,
Even though I wanted to can and steep them deep
Inside makeshift Mason jars.
I wanted to keep them clean.
I wanted to study them until they too realized that-
It took more than just accepting their opinions.
I know tone- I know metaphorical metamorphosis,
But speech is futile in the presence of such
A foreign and undomesticated form of forever.
I can’t count the stars falling from your fingers
But I can count on you to point me towards them.
I can count on your breath inside my mind.
Holding me by the ear, you whisper
“What if prayer is simply the call for restitution?”
And it makes me smile to hear you
Speak about things like that,
Things that challenge the sturdiness of life.
I do not contend you even when
Mud seeps from the dirtiest of your words.
I do not pretend to be strong and silent
When your lips are shaped just like the lotus.
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