It has to mean something.
The way our bodies fit together like Pangea.
When we're together the world rejoices,
I feel it in my bones.
A reuinion longed for,
deep in the collective soul of the earth.

We should have known, we'd be
lovers
separated
by outside forces
Drifting apart, slowly but surely.

It has to mean something
When our bodies converge
Mine subducted under yours
And volcanoes erupt.

It has to mean something,
How your lips on mine feel magnetic attraction.
How my fingers intertwine with yours
An electrical circuit, completed.
Our love could put the stars to shame.
Not only light up the night,
but consume and leave it in darkness
-power surge.

It had to mean something.

We diverged.
The space between us in bed, a trench.

The space between the bed where I lied awake waiting for you and the couch where you drank.

The space between the apartment you abandoned and the home you returned to.

Did it mean
Anything?

Some say it widens quick
as my fingernails grow and
by the time I die the height of me
has been added to its width
so toss me off the ship
slip me past seaweed grasps
and test this hypothesis.

Some say it can fit in Everest
with a mile to spare
while I did not find the time
or, perhaps, care
to feet it’s summit this tick of the Rolex
this pound of pressure applied
per inch of capillary.

But even here
where bathyscaphe meets hydrosphere
where sunlight is cinema
where goblin sharks gobble darkness
an anglerfish pours it's torch
over basecamp wishing
loneliness was an antidote
for altitude sickness.

My how magnanimous magma
makes me miss my mama,
subducted and spewed out
drawn down from cold to heat
and reborn as calamansi cocktails
at a shackbar on the beach.

I drop to drown again
subducted,
reintroduced into
the volcanic mass
spewed out as lava ash,
as time will pass then
so shall I,pass to live and
pass to die and underneath
the pale blue sky
I drop to drown again.