To have a rendezvous with romance is my fortune
The seas of my passion churn fiercer than Neptune
Surmounting the steep and steamy dunes
And foreseeing Love in ancient runes

Your mind to me a treasure and a kingdom is
Its resplendent joys therein I seek
A quest which has the reward of bliss
A sanctuary for my spirit meek

Hearts are the muscle of compassion
Which compel us to exquisite action
Love is a real chemical reaction
Not a superfluous bourgeois emotion

There, my Love steps and
Here, my love follows like a small moon in orbit
My soul raptured and
Smothered amongst her rising Sun's Shadows...
Waiting...
I find myself buried like bad habits-
A pack of cigs for her glossed lips
On a Thursday afternoon stroll.

Those doe-like eyes and your rosy lips
Make these liquid emotions collide and swoon -so when they mix-
Infectious is the way I feel them bloom
Inside my heart so smitten;
I swear you love it too.
I swear you feel it too.
And I swear this space grows with graceful Hues: Orange-Purple sunset lulls that pull
The strings of our two souls
So catalytic, the strum that hums nascent Blues.
Listen...
It sings You and I as a
Primordial premonition of truth, the Downpour like Tuesday Rainfall.
And You?
The pluming sensation reigning in my Skies, breathes when I feel you feel me...
When I love you wholly, surely you'll see us Truly.

Over the span of three years and some days,
I've only written forty-nine poems.
I am not a poet.

And in this cell
Of eye
Of blood marrow
And brain encased
In cell of skull bone

Must I brood and
Wait on sacred flood

Each cell hums
Each muscle tense
And calling

Each and every part
Imploring

Freedom