BETWEEN the limbo
of sleep and wakefulness,
comes the time to yield
and surrender.
Those twin points
realign in my mind—
your firmness
and my restlessness.
They circle,
amidst whispered sentiments
that remain unanswered,
riling up nocturnal feelings,
as I retrace it all:
the widening
and narrowing breadth
between our bodies.
Still, my heart is elated
for even the most crooked
of conjoined arcs must meet
where the wandering orbit
comes to rest.
C.A.P. Sta. Cruz
