InSync

I won't apologize
for bleeding through
this facade
loss of restraint
relinquished all potency,
vigors dissipated like vapors
from this protesting body
nothing is absorbent enough
to soak up the shock
A mind with rebellious tendencies
but a heart that won't go into an endless exile
there's always room for error
and always space for "IT"
to enter me at first sight
like butterflies
unleashed in a garden of truth
you flutter in me
lips quiver as I move about
but I find I tread in circles
I end each instance
each conversation
with the same old questions
with the same needs
the same void
that pains me to search aimlessly
for a different part of us
to click and love in sync.

-M. Peña