Is it a crime,
At any time,
To steal your smile,
With my kisses,
To make you mine,
And, forever my missus.

i have hated physical touch
since the age of seven
when the trajectory of my life
would change forever

vulnerable
soft
physical touch

would put a feeling in my stomach
that was pure nausea
the vulnerability aspect
would cause a panic within me

until you

i crave your touch
i crave your hands rubbing my back
i crave your heart beating to the same rhythm of mine
i crave your warm South African tan on my body

i have not felt so safe with someone

until you

thank you

What is poetry?
Talking with a woman like you.

You can play like a big cat but
That's still just a kitty,
And I hear you roaring yet
They sound like meows to me.
Other felines especially like fish,
You purr at the taste of meat.
Blood dye whiskers,
Fresh enough when pulse still beats
And colors tread in cheeks;
She was just a thirsty drunk
And I, a glass of whiskey.

There were times when I would wonder,
About the moments we never shared even 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.