Poetry by | April 3, 2016

Your body
is the terrain of stories told,
of valleys and creeks and rivers
on which the sweetest waters flow.
Your mouth
is the temple, where the pulpit
dwells; the gospel is written
on your tongue and guilty prayers
sneak between your teeth.
You are religion.
You are faith.
The unknown is your child and
Your eyes
hold the map of a universe
that only existed in the wildest
of my dreams.
tell me
How is it that I
can lose myself looking at you
only to be found, again, faithless?

David Jayson Oquendo is studying Electrical Engineering at Mindanao State University-General Santos City.

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