Time has not been stuck, it has just gone by
and now I might have enough
to scatter your skin with a kiss,
and a slight graze.
I have the thought of you, so engraved
this time will be no waste, of memory
to your body.
And if you didn't know,
I never thought of leaving you, no.
Which is why I'm not leaving you,
just being placed away.

I have bloomed, thanks to you,
my boy who I am so intertwined with.
You have taken me to highs, at times
when lows were significant.

I have seen your skin, fresh out of the shower,
I have read to you, without boring you.
You are the bar, no other boy can raise
and I speak to you now,
as my man, who has my all.

As I am placed farther on this map,
know, you'll always be my Sun.

I have told you all you wanted to know,
now I write to discover my inquiries.

A universe caught in it's own diversity
like the wings of a butterfly
severed off during it's flight.
And as the Fall becomes apparent,
the leaves find changing colors a bit too
dramatic.
A melodic song, sung in the key of
freezing temperatures
but is longing its dear, blanc
sitting on the pavement.  
A restless change in winds,
like a wave colliding into the equator.
A world too predictable,
like a dandelion
loosing all of its wishes.

But your voice grows flowers,
your eyes rip me apart,
almost like a ray of sun
hitting ice, and not becoming another
element.
Your heart takes me in one,
and starts to feed.
Your body is the source of life,
like a newly-wed spring leaf.  
And I've never been more okay.

To discover the many levels
of complete satisfaction
which most would call
"falling too early, too fast"
is just a shy breath away from
deeming it to be too slow,
and I need it faster.  
My eyes will never lurk on a path
that does not reminisce on his very
scent, yet urge to find and consume it alone.
My lips will not crave to seek attention
that does not follow with the same
softness they do know.
My body will reach out
in such lengths to find him, because he,
is my sanctuary.

To touch him is to ask me
to fall in love with him,
yet not so indirectly.
To ask me to not look into
his eyes, is to take away
every beautiful thing I've learned
from him.
And if he asks me to do those things,
I might hesitate, yes.
But remember, when something is
a bit too hesitant, it's not really
ever done.

Yet I dare him to ask me to kiss him, to touch him, to love him.
Because from that day and forward, I will never
let him stop remembering why he ever asked me to.
I will shower him with stammering kisses, like
bombs igniting over his very skin.
I will never let my hands leave his body,
scratching at his skin like its the most
beautiful rash I've ever had.
I will never forget the way he looks at me
on a daily basis, or the aggressive meets gentle way
he holds me.

And you are my sanctuary.
And now, you are no longer a
He or him.
And that, my love,
is me loving you, because you love me*.