Waves range through this indescribable funk,
sweet ripples under sheets;
This man is what has me spell bound.
The crippling effect of his daze,
a smile that flares each time i glare,
with mushy embraces through hugs,
soft tales in whispers; tales in the dark,
told in truth and sincerity,
This man plucks me signs!
His demeanor is tough yet mysterious,
through the pieces on my jigsaw,
a laughter i steal yet conceal in rumblings
If i could make a heap of all my joys these
past days and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss and lose,
i would climb up and marvel at the beginnings that shine
so bright with each portrait that lightens the linings
of my simple bedroom decor
This man got me sprung!
From freshness to the corners of my depth,
these moons must know,
for this glow tells no lies
In my strides, i am acquainted with nature,
sweet drippings over my brow,
the stick that binds my thighs,
and tells of moments, moments cherished,
moments i miss.
From soul to soul,
through the rift on my body,
the depth in my heart,
and words from my mind
All lavished in poetry,
This man is only in my dreams.