Masochism is my favorite way to love; I adore deeply the one that is eager to leave me in the dust for his superficial passions. I cry infinitely as the rain over the Pacific, but it does not storm. It only blinds me with stinging tears that make a shore invisible. I had you wrapped around my finger, and you slipped off like an oversized ring, falling between the spaces of a gutter to travel sewers of risk; rank with the smell of doubt and returning loneliness. I travel these sewers barefoot with your risks up to my ankles, searching for you, my ring, dress hiked up to run as if you hadn't already seen such exposed leg. But only I splash. My lover is elusive. When he trembles in anger, he comes to me; when I tremble, he only flees. He does not understand his debts. I do, only I don't wish that he pay. My kindness is self-mutulation, for I know he will not appreciate my generosity. I think of him while he daydreams of riches and soaks in his wanderlust. I am simply a piece, a fragment, a speck of dust swimming among many in a ray of sunlight. I am not something he truly wishes to strive for. This murders me, and smashes my already broken heart into smaller, sharper pieces that seem harmless, but develop greater capacity to cut flesh.

I wish you could see yourself
In my eyes.*

Although there's no reflection,
I admire the complexion.
My eyes sting raw with the pain of perfection.

Your pulchritude blinds like the morning rays
Shaking me from slumber and demanding I raise,
I dismiss my obsession as if it's a phase.

Little do I know, it will last for days:
The obsession of the pleasure you do on my gaze.

Maybe seconds, maybe forever;
From that face, my eyes can't sever.

I'm lost in your pores, I'm lost in your mouth.
I've lost my mind as my eyes wander south.

Over your throat, and grazing your chest.
I promise it's not lust;  I only want to test.

What is beneath you? Your zephyrean coat.
What words do you hold inside of your throat?

I'd peel you open, just to see what's inside.
Trust I won't dig, *please don't hide.

I've never seen such a handsome shell, but I crave its meat; only time will tell.

I'll let you in, if you let me peek.
Let your walls leak.
No hide and seek.

I cherish your voice
Like the last drop of coffee
On a restless morning.

I wish it was us raining
Falling and melting together
As the sky's tears do.

I long to be the song
Circling tiredly through your head
When you lay down at night to sleep.

I'd give up three meals
If every time I ate
I dined on the warmth of your lips.

I wish to be steaming water
Rolling over your skin
Making you sigh with satisfaction.

I want to be the towel
That kills the cold air
Right when you leave the shower.

We will be the clock
That ticks to forever
For time is no challenging measure.