Adam

In the beginning was nothing.

I breathed your name on paper.

It fluttered like angel's wings.

And it was good.

I unscrewed the pen and let it linger

on naked skin of paper. I saw you

dancing on the nib, easing your body

onto the page. A drum beats in my rib

and it was good.

I drew you from the womb,

summoned your face

from memory's sacred tombs

Your hair slithered on paper. My hand

grew heavy with the gravity of your gaze.

And I said, let there be night.

Let your lips curve into a half-moon

and your mouth be a flask of wine.

Let rocks sculpt the plateaus of your shoulders.

Let there be bridges. Neck. Sinews. Arms.

Open pathways. Thighs. Roots. Feet.

Let rivers run their course. Blood.

Let there be hiding places. Caves. Navel. Ears.

Bushes. Vines. Let there be fruits.

Breast. An apple in your throat.

Let there be seed. Heart.

Let there be the tree of life.

Your body fills the canvass.

A chiaroscuro, supine,

serpentine.

Immortal as paradise.

This is my first attempt at writing poetry in English. A terrifying experience given the regenerative characteristic of mind monsters that I have to slay every day.  This will be lovingly revised as I grow and improve in my craft.  For now, I'm just grateful that I found the courage to begin. The first step in unknown territory is always a leap of faith. And I am deeply grateful to my first readers (you know who you are) who held my hand and reminded me that everything in life is a work in progress. 

Okay, awat na ang emote.  Sayang ang eyeliner.