I'm not in the mood to write a poem
I'd rather look at you, I'd rather read you
Your body is poetry!* I can't challenge that
I'd rather not break my darling gaze
You are the most beautiful poem yourself

The centaur; he who
channels two halves together
on an arrow's quill.

© Matthew Harlovic

You will always be mine,
Even if I'm not yours...

"I am encouraged to go on. I wouldn't know where else to go."

You are the most beautiful thought I've ever had.

we will burst forth from the veins
pouring red over gold and I will
whisper the secrets of this life into
the cracks where our broken bones lie

the sun vanishes into your eyes
and warmth pours from every pore
sparks ignite, shining; shatters -
I am only as real as this world
will let me be

it is here in our hearts
echoing off the walls
once apart, twice entwined
charmed, charmed, charmed.

(A.H,Z)