Engagement

It is 8:42

and I think I am falling in love

again, more than a little,

with you. The battle-ready student

is assigned the teacher; there is

something about the way that desire

becomes a mermaid slipping

into the salt water of your veins,

her tail fluttering your heart; there is

something too about the astonished

realization: passion is both the tempest

and the innuendo, the driving wind

and the feeling after its passage,

of being cleansed, from the inside-out,

after the rain has drowned and delivered

everything you both did, and did not,

need. Love is no mystery. It is just what

you do after you run out of excuses

to hold someone accountable

for forcing your personal saga

to elope with destiny.

Author's Note

translated from my original written in Spanish. Artwork is my own