Under the same satellite that I was afraid to crash right at me I recite what you said was your favorite of all my poems Wide open Vulnerable But you were holding my hand, dancing in the moonlight that I've never appreciated before 'cause I was too afraid by it's hidden, yet bright eyes following me, naked with all of my secrets But you were holding my hand And I was With you Unafraid to die Free.
This is a response to a poem entitled Satellite by Alfonso Manalastas, a spoken word artist in the Philippines. It was a poem about anxiety, and the way it embraced me felt like this.