I’m hearing it. My body is light but it triggers me to do so.
The sound. I’m controllable . Infused by the energy of the world.
Then I’ve heard it again. She’s moving. Coming without efforts to do.
She’s brilliant. She’s capturing me. Binding me. I’m turned and burn.
Until we met. We ignite in a second. A chance I could define.
A chance that defines to be mine. No, ours, the world is ours
Our world is round. We’re moving. Rotating and it fills life.
We met once for a minute. Ans we met sixty times in an hour.
I’m down and torn of love. I’m gazing and pacing every second.
She’s pacing. We met again. She’s also torn of love.
Near, far, each seconds we ignite; I want this constant remold.
We are two hands of the world that gives the meaning of timely in love.
-April Decena, 2016