The poet within me comprehends
What it means for my human existence
To be crushing on a man, 3 a.m. thoughts
On overload, incessant feelings floating
Into the air, my eyes refusing to close
My lips incapable of speaking
Just lying across the bed
Speculating on how I allow
Myself to slip into this situation
A crush of equations, so breathtaking
I can’t escape what my heart wants

I’m all lost at this point, trying to stay sane
Stripping away the shadowy emotions
About you so I can breathe more clearer
But there doesn’t appear to be anything
That can take away these thoughts
Of craving to feel your masculine
Magnificent face, imagining your
Liquor loving lips combined with mine
Your well-groomed, extravagant beard
An adventurous and amorous world
To wander in and feel your masculinity
Moonlight requisitioning my being