so, we are not white / & our love does not color within the lines / & we don't own blinds / so at night, / the moon teases and hangs at our bedside / so we wake up, and shoulder the burdens of daytime / the leftover bearings of a stripped sunrise / we sleep if, and, but are still tired / when does that bread expire? / can we go any higher? / no, we are not white / & no matter what transpires / I will never tire / of being by your side / guided by those lighthouse eyes / Papi asked me how my faith is faring; told him your heart / is what I pray to and admire / so, we are not white / & our love does not color within the lines / & our hands are held tight / for dear, life / let us write her a letter / we'll spare her the strife / thank her for the lemons / include instructions on how to build a kite / 'cuz that's the only way / we know how to fly / that, & mounting our dreams on the backs of clouds / one to nine / & if I am yours / & you are mine / then our hearts are combined / let us play musical chairs / dance off the stresses as we bump & grind / no, we are not white / ain't no seats assigned / & the stresses are many / but our affection is plenty / pop that bottle of Henny / plant some kisses on my cheek / hold my face between your palms / healing balm / no, we are not white / blue like the ocean, maybe / as we mirror the sky / held within both of us / waiting for the night we sing it its last lullaby / before we let it crown the new world we built / come morning time / so, we are not white / & our love does not color within the lines / & that is more than alright / we are more / than just fine / our purpose is well-aligned / thank the Gods / we are not white / for that would mean absence / empty pages / & there is this fullness within us / inkbed hearts / proven in our lineage to be the opposite of finite / tended to by and held within / the open arms of starlight / storytelling abundance / rooted in permanence / our radical love song / I'll never tire to recite.