Say something of value, little hunter boy
Something more than a line as carefree as the wind
And more concrete than your everfading emotions

The wannabe princess is building her kingdom
Covering polished nails in sawdust

She wants me to be greater than her
While walking me down the same path she took
He asks me to wait
Without telling me why or what I'm waiting for

Unexpectedly
My favorite love story is not a classic fairytale
It's their story
Their story doesnt have a happy ending
Instead
It ends with a man sitting alone in a dark house he still cant see as his own

Tan skin covered in an assortment of rose colored fabrics
Illuminated by tiny stars encased in glass
Faint melodies play quietly in the background to prevent silence from taking hold
A space timeless as the calendar by the door displaying dates long expired
This is my dreamland
A bubble that protects those within from any worries outside by trapping them in paintings
A private place
Perfect for romantic or platonic excursions
This is where inspiration is fueled
Where laughter can be heard from time to time when guests arrive
And where many pleasures, past and present, have and will take place

A long lasting tension
Ever present when I see those grey blue eyes
The tension was there even before I had my first partner
And it remains even after said companion left
Now the blue eyed boy has a partner of his own
But unlike myself he couldnt let the remaining tension stay unspoken
An intentionally exposed abdomen and carefully woven flirtatious jokes
Make my mind wander curiously
While my mouth mumbles a teasing line in response
And I realize it too late when my brain plugs this blue eyed troublemaker into my fantasies
I am only wading in his waters now
But I know I have the potential to drown in his depths

I had a dream
That you were talking to me in modern hieroglyphics
And somehow
I could still understand you