i wonder what his hair feels like
as i comb through them with my fingertips

or how his skin feels, my dopamine spikes
when he traces down my spine, lips on lips

or maybe his breath on mine as i kiss him
just after he brushed his teeth, minty

could it be his guiding hands on my limbs?
as he looks so sweet and divine.

why am i so obsessive
making myself seem like an attention ****
if he knew i’m sure he’d be reprehensive
the potential outcomes bleed out of my head
like a cut
shut my eyes from my heart
tie it up and make it act dead

Oh, Hyacinthus my heart,
my sanctuary abandoned, abandoned!
for your eyes, your smile and your laugh
Delphi is nothing, incomparable to sands and

waters murky of river Eurotas wading.
Holding you on the banks, embracing
and pleading for this to never end, praying,
my fingertips on your skin, tracing.

Lusted after by all, but only loved by me
Your love, your soul entwined with mine.
In sickness, in turmoil, in health,
in the cold release of death

i whisper secret sweet rhyme onto his skin
resting in his bed while the light is dim
i listen to his slow, rhythmic breathing
and know i’ll be seething when
he’s not mine

i’ll get him one day
one day ill be with him
he’s been with me since day one
and i want to see him atleast one time a day

i need you right now,
like a bass to a guitar -
my thoughts don’t make sense without you.
i need your interpretation,
so i can tell where i'm going.
i need your lips on mine,
like a compass needs magnetic north -
it helps me to navigate home.