Tu mano lays in my war torn hands
Your eyes linked con migo in a summer daydream
As your lips hunger with an animale desire to tear my skin
A shine in your eyes ignites the fire within my pecho
My fingers dance within your pelo
As you rise up before me like the océano onda
You lung forth and create the chispa

En una nube vaporosa, our bodies burn like coal
Tu y yo shake the earth
We kick forth the walls of duda
Y el aqua erupts into a symphony of release
Your eyes fly upward as we create el fego
Descansando with your gaze piercing me like an arrow
You fall silent with the taste de la lengua latino

Any voiceless winter morning,
Any brazing summer afternoon,
Any affectionate draft of spring,
Any lamentation of rain,
Any stifling ray of sunlight;
I’m lost in you.

Every time the sun greets me,
Every meal I relish,
Every sweater I haul into,
Every letter I dive over,
Every musical note that transcends me;
I’m lost in you.

All the sadness pinching like a kiss from the frost,
All the pain erupting like skin torn by a shiv,
All the happiness rising like an inextinguishable fire,
All the confusion obstructing like the bars of a cell;
All, every, and any moment when I’m left in solitude,
I’m lost in you.

I like you;
Simple enough to say, but a feat only few dare take.
I’d rather jump off an airplane.
I’d rather climb Mt. Everest.
And I’d rather surf with Great White Sharks,
But then reality smacks me across my face.

No, this is not a poem.
It wasn’t written with the hand of Shakespeare,
Nor conceived from the mind of Socrates,
Or engineered by the algorithms of Einstein.
It’s something simple enough to say,
But in my case, it takes the discipline of a marine.

Point being, you make me stare off into your sunset hair.
Your laugh sparks flares that grow my smile,
And no matter what, you’re going to sit in front of me and there I go into wonderland.
It’s like the ticking on my watch,
No matter what, my watch is going to tick and then it’s going to tock,
And when my alarm rings, I’m going to open my jittery mouth.

That being said, a light bulb rose out of my hair.
Love was something you hated as I preached it before our seats.
I didn’t see you much then, but now you blind my eyes.
You break the shores of my dreams.
You sit on the lap of my thoughts.
And you dance on the edge of my eyes.

I don’t want to dress up words to make you swoon,
I want to make you smile when you gaze at stars.
Because, **** it girl, you’re the brightest star in my eyes.
No, I would only jump off a plane to land next to you,
I would only climb Mt. Everest to meet you at the top,
And I would only surf with Great Whites to…
So I like you, simple enough to say right?

Ten minutes resounded throughout the vault of his mind.
It was the time set before the big match he was ordered to throw in.
An Italian immigrant, Jimmy was a man of few words.
But with his gaze, which I’ve seen before, you could see his stories.
And through them, he was left little choice, but to be a dog
For a gang of sharks; all to keep his family away from their teeth.

And before he could settle the debts with his conscious,
He marched to meet his maker before the blood stained ring.
Slick, with what seemed like squid oil, his hair shined like the northern star.
A cocky Chicago **** by the name of Machesturn.
They met gloves as dictated, but in one second
A dagger like spit ball fell against Jimmy’s glove.

And into the first round, the bell rings like it’s judgment day.
Machestrun flies back like a sparrow, weaving and bobbing,
But my man Jimmy poses still like the great thinker,
Feeling the weight of such a small drop grind its way off his pride.
And in no time, Machesturn begins his assault
With every punch shattering Jimmy’s castle.
Like Atlas giving up on his duty for the world,
Jimmy listens with every earth shattering punch
The screams of his soul wanting to be free.

A left hook; he sees his mother,
A woman who could take the breath of the sun and fill him with light.
A right hook; he sees his father.
A man who lost three fingers in one of his 17 hour jobs.
And even so he worked despite that he’ll never give his family the life they deserve,
But he’ll work his back even after the camel breaks.
And with the upper-cut, his castle grinds to dust.

He sees his sister, Anna-Maria.
She’s turning twenty if his memory served him right
For he had not seen this beautiful girl since they had first arrived in the land of hope.
She deserved a life better than what God ever had in store for her.
He wanted her to smile till rapture,
He wanted her to shine like the stars in the big screens,
And he wouldn’t let her doubt herself, he wouldn’t let others tell her she was any less, but perfect.
Oh no, he would scream before that happens, he would **** before that happens,
He would bleed before that happens, and he would die before that happens!

And with that, Jimmy takes a step back with the fortitude of a mountain,
Eyes geared forward and piercing with the determination of a hawk!
His right arm comes forth bearing the souls of those past in heaven and hell,
With the eruption of his soul screaming like the opera singer he had dreamed of!
To sand became Machesturn’s jaw and Jimmy’s collar flung off.

I see this boy every now and then.
Every sunset and sundown, he walks into my view.
And what I see is a boy lost in a sea of torn faces.
However, he tames himself and continues with his duties.
Readjusts his tight collar, tune his hat, and sags his jeans,
Because that’s what society clothes him in.

But I’ve seen days where this boy is barely lit.
Like a faded glass, there is little shine in his eyes.
The coal within his chest quietly dies out slowly through his lungs.
And after the smoke rises up, he cries like the heavens.
I endure the flood, but just as I swim forth to him
He takes in the smoke and readjusts his tight collar, tune his hat, and sag his jeans;
Because that’s what society clothes him in!

Locked behind the mirror, my fist bleeds against the glass
And my voice tramples against the edges!
Tearing every fiber just so can preach to his ear
The smiles of those he’s touched deep in their hearts!
I want to him to take in the air that mists around him of confidence!
For I have had enough of letting him each sunrise and sundown drowning under the sea of scars!
Am I tall enough? Am I manly enough? Am I a good person?

Yes, your height is fine, be proud, you’re taller than Tom Cruise!
Yes, you bare the strength of a thousand men in one beat of your heart!
And yes, yes even when you destroyed the girl of your dreams heart,
You fought like no other person to make her smile again!
Deep inside you, buried six feet under, is a man.
A man who you were parading this world as this entire time!

And I press my face against the edge of the glass,
And my voice stretches out to him,
And our eyes cross lights,
But then he readjusts his hat, smiles;
His lips move about with the slightest steps.
Another sunrise and another sunset, he’ll keep walking despite the rain.
He flicks the lights to fade black and gone again through the door.