.....................A silent scar
................................A mirage afar
.........................................A shooting star
.................................A mission
......................A delusion
........A confusion
....................is
.......................this
....­..........................life!

But words are more than sounds
And voices are more than vibrations
And every word you speak is more than a rhythm or a rhyme
But a symphony of sound,
An epiphany of vocalization,
A grand orchestra in a great hall.

Your words fall like velvet petals on my ears and entrance my bones into
Dancing the waltzes in which you lead me.
The structure of our movement is like the most graceful and complex string solo,
An explosion of wonderful cries to woo the hearts of every audience member,
And they see the intricacy of all the joints and muscles we use to enchant them.

Awed by the movement like fire, a swirling pattern moves around
Us and into the air like twirling, tapering smoke streams
Of many colors and songs.

Finding a lover is effortless
for some people.
They only want a few things:
Someone attractive, kind,
funny or rich.

But
I desire
something so much deeper.

I want

an intelligent mind
that wakes up thoughts in me
I didn't realize were hibernating.

I want

to converse, analyze and debate
without being conscious of
the sun rising and falling
between our words.

I want

to make a witty remark
at a coffee shop
so he can reply sarcastically
just for me to jab back immediately
and for him to comeback back playfully
until we're both laughing
stomachs shaking
spit flying
the whole store staring
and we leave
without coffee

I want

our hands to stitch together
perfectly
like two lost puzzle pieces;
one found under a couch cushion
one found inside a junk drawer.
The rest of the puzzle has
already been thrown away
but
these two pieces remain
and they fit.

I want

to fall in love together
then together fall in love with
art, museums, songs, poems
T.V shows, radio jingles,
greek food, backroads,
our mutual hatred for pop culture,
doing the dishes (as long as he washes and I dry)
wrong turns, piled up laundry, life.
Just fall in love with life.

I want

to hurt with him

I want

to save the world with him

I want

to meet, see, understand
and experience all that is foreign
with him.

I think it will only take us meeting
and it'll only be history and happiness from then on.

It's just a matter of if a love like that could ever be
and if a love like that could ever be for me.