my lover equates me with my favorite instrument;
running his fingers down the strings of my flesh,
building tension and release as he sees fit.
the movement of our lips almost quantized
to match each other’s harmony.
every taste he acquires from me is
another texture added to his collection of sounds.
I want to let him know
that he can learn me to my very core
and play me to his heart’s content
like a cherub playing the harp
as he ascends the heavens.

There were times when I would wonder,
About the moments we never shared before we met,
And, my mind would race and ponder,
To find your memories after together we were set,
For I often still think and wish,
To know more about the kid in you whom I'll always cherish.

What's perfection?
The sky, the waves, and you.

I wonder at times,
Why your heartwarming words,
Resembling raindrops falling on sand dunes,
Create this chaos in my heart,
Knowing,
You being afar,
And, igniting a fire in me,
That cannot be extinguished.

You're not man's biggest desire,
But rather, man's biggest greed.

A special ability you possess,
Unlike anyone this world has ever seen,
The ability to change an atheist's beliefs,
After witnessing the magic in your eyes.

I too have been through poverty,
To have not known you before our eyes met.

Destination!