oui* is the most beautiful word-
it reminds me of us.
we are a temple
sacred creatures looking for love.
but is it love we seek?
what about love has such a sweet serenity to it?
the word itself flirts
with danger and pain.
why do we wish for love?
love itself is so complicated.
do we seek to be loved
or to be able to love another?
I have felt this only one time
that has been as powerful as myths.
unknowingly, you have granted this to me,
this unhidden lust for love.
although we remain mostly platonic,
there is a fire underneath, itching to be released.
every touch is a burn,
and the heat rises with a simple hug.
our bodies fit together perfectly,
as if  they were made for each other.
teasing, touching, needing, loving;
you are like a drug I just can't quit.
when my honored eyes
are blessed to be cast upon you,
your perfect imperfections
and angelic self,
"two blushing pilgrims ready stand,"
always eager for a kiss.
I wish I had a chance
just one kiss.
I could prove myself to you,
how no one has ever loved somebody the way I love you.
although you are not mine,
at least, not yet
I await the day
I get to look at you and think that I have come
*home