once you let your poems
fly freely
out into the world
anything can happen to them

and it does

boy of dream,
the colours melt,

your lips finding mine,

beneath an ashy sky,
where the shadows lean,

your fire finds mine,
your kiss as beautiful
as a summer rose.

Keep it safe,
Hold it forever,
Never let it go,
Keep it whole,
Not to break again
In this lifetime,
So full of hope,
You'd hold my hand
Close to your heart,
I believe your words
Are true,
Hand on your chest,
Smiling sweetly,
Two hearts
Beat as one.