God is when
A child shares his food
With another
Filling both with joy

God is when
A poet rewrites
An old poem and
Shares it with others

God is when
Mushrooms grow
Red and white from
The corpse of a tree

God is when
Workers come
Together and fight
For one fallen

God is when
Comets crash
On a young planet
Filling it with water

God is when
Two atoms combine
To form a compound
Unique in its splendor

God is when
A monk comes
To help one
Close to death

God is when
Musicians perfect
A mozart symphony
In one breath

Tell me a story
I want to fall in love with a character
And forget myself inside a sway of frightful emotions

Tell me a story
About sailors, lovers, monks, and businessmen. About the end of the world. About sleepless nights

Tell me about the poet
Who lived in the woods. The forgetful snow of Canadian Decembers. The lifecycle of a Grizzly Bear

Convince me
That life is but a dream
That if we only try hard enough
We could create a happy ending

Convince me
That life has a beginning and an end.
That every human being is unique
That all of us is worth remembering

Tell me a story
A story to be told in my deathbed
While I fight for an ounce of attention
To hear another human being

I dreamt of a former lover
Half forgotten
In an unknown cottage
We kissed

Outside was a field of flowers
Facing the sun
On the warm bed
We cuddled

And then comes the electric
Winter wind
And my body shivered
A deathly blow

My lover has disappeared
I'm left alone
In a dark room pierced
By broken glass

Let us go nightswimming
And weave myths out of memories

Let the stars shine over
The corals of your heart

With bioluminescent algae
Glowing around your body

As if a glow in the dark crucifix
Beatific as the moment of death

Smell the salty air
Neptune's drunken breath

And dance by the beach
With the partygoers drunk

In their mythmaking
Ecstatic like a monk

Weave the night, yes weave
Our breaths into a myth

Into Odysseus sailing the Aegean
Into the miraculous with the Galilean

What was that sound?
Was it a jet?
Or a dragon?
Or just the normal
Sounds of the city?
Industrial and seething
Or was it simply your sigh
That convenience store machine breath
Of desperate longing

Madness is the beginning of wisdom
Wild longing is the beginning of love
Come dance with me
Inside the courtrooms of Dionysius
Let us get drunk on wine
And make songs out of our heartbreaks
With a choir of those who come
From the highway of despair
******* off the old gods of Sumer
Let us make love like we're in a soap opera.
Drive a car across the Sahara desert
And pick wild flowers on the Serengeti.
Come, let us transform our longing into a constellation
To be picked apart by a mad astronomer
To be wondered at by others like us
Let us debate with existentialists
Create theories on the human soul
Retire and raise chickens on a farm in Kansas
And celebrate Christmas in Manila's suburbs
Fear not, for angels will guide us the rest of our lives
Fear not dying and let the emptiness of existence be your rest 'til death

Let me kiss your feet
Like petals fallen on soil
My tears overflow
Drenching with water, where my
Lips touch your soft skin
Forgive my yearning
I just want your supple flesh
As bees need their sweet nectar