It’s five a.m. and I’m on top of the world.
You look at me and I smile.
You touch me and I shiver.
You kiss me and I laugh—
at the love that almost wasn’t.
But it is, and it makes me speechless.
No poet can explain this faultless love,
nor a storyteller tell its tale.
Just two lovers, loving—
not a care in the world, but for that moment alone.
Just
that
moment.
And in that moment, the two become one—a fusion of souls.

I
Am.
I have no need to be
Enveloped in hypocrisy,
Or write a novel, climb a tree,
Or contemplate a bumblebee.
There is no benefit for me
To finding the square root of 3,
Or calculating the number phi
To digit three-hundred-thirty-three.
I only feel the need to be
The me that I was meant to be.
I’ll find a way to just be free,
And settle down and simply
Be.