We will fall in love
And be simple, complex and
Practical. No clichés.
No stupidity and it
Will be fun and still
Be love.
Maybe.

I will find you gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, and other adjectives.
I will, at least, be decent.
Together we will ****, make love
And give in to intimacy
In the passing of a second
Or for as long as we can.
Maybe.

Our passion will be bizarre
As we surround ourselves
With incense and fire.
The smoke will gambol, balance, saunter, dance and copulate
Across your moist exposed skin;
Cocoon you.
And for a fleeting moment
The universe and I will agree
That you are perfect.
Maybe

You are all I desire,
In a
Person
Woman
Body
My Muse and Siren
(I will write you poems whilst I crash on the rocks)
Maybe.

Maybe,
I will stare across time
And maybe see you there.
Sometimes across space I see you.
Maybe.

Or maybe,
Just stare
And see you
In the stars
Or the sea
Or the rain.
Maybe,
In my mind
One day,
Maybe,
You might love me
Too.