it was the time
that i was stranger to the things i know
…i felt near the night sky of your
fingers and rolled as a marble along
that red gossamer you left fluttering
inside my skull 

(in some place of this memory i found
my apple falling unto your planet
of apples)
and there
i heard that
the dew tells this story better
i then realized

…the time knew it all along
as when i
saw my lilac slithering up
your shoulder

…all just suddenly stopped

i do not know which else of your
clouds stopped
but i felt how everything
depended on the brilliance of that
silence

and amid the stillness,
the magnitude of your presence
are white origamis heading
to my bay now to
save me.

(yes, they are coming to save me)

• written somewhere in 2008. probably on the top of our roof. just made love with the world then. a free fall thingamajig.

when i discovered your hair,
it was shedding its skin,
turning itself into night.

when you were facing both
the darkness and light

we cradle our galaxy like this—-
a hand of asteroid reaching for
the solstice of your arms.

we only understand gravity
in the center of our chest
(centrifugal pull of

my centripetal desire)
pulled things from the room,
pulled the stars and moon.

until the pressure point
tipped causing the earth
to explode when an angel moved
its face closer to us.

-January 15, 2009. Made by a supposedly female alter-ego but masculinity wasn’t suppressed in the syntax unfortunately. Mikong is planning to make alot of cheezy flilipino poems soon. Fries from space. Get your cosmic limbo.