I love to watch her rise,
gaze into her amber eyes
from afar,
reflecting their beauty
as she draws her bath,
exposes her porcelain,
flawless
lovely-orbs
to the droplets.

And from
my vantage point
hidden,
I watch her sweetest moments,
fold upon fold,
I am held spellbound,
breathless
to her tender caresses,
lost in the rain
& crying joy.

I want to finger your thoughts,
roll them gently around
in my mind's eye,
listen to the breaths you take
& feel your body tremble,
then lick them clean
to taste your true essence.

Strange, how
when I think of you,
I think of pomegranates,
I think of raging streams
& pistachio ice cream
& the planets.

I think of
your malachite eyes
& whiskey,
& how you made
me feel in Manaus,
smoking twisties.

Yesterday,
at 3:31 in the morning,
I was thinking about
your firm thighs
& your tender touch
& the reasons why
I cry.

But mostly,
I think I think
too much.

Engulf me with
your deliciousness,
cover me like snowflakes,
move me around inside
your special thoughts,
use me as any muse would,
fast & furious,
slow & serious,
making me delirious
with your hot ideas
& then some.

I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.

beneath the sun,
he smelt of chocolate and sweet coffee
mixed with a smell of summer breeze
with the hair of mahogany
and billion stars in his misty-emerald eyes
like the ocean that hits the shore
like the stars that miss the sun in morning sky
beneath this hazy sky,
he is like my favorite rainfall
he is like the sunshine who's been hiding
and maybe,
he is really my sunshine

he is beautiful;

like the way the sky is right now
with hazy dust stars and the light in dark clouds
with the lunar eclipse and the radiance
and that pretty shadows beneath the moonlight

like the way the ocean is right now
with blue-turquoise water that illuminated by the sun
with gradient color in the horizon
and blue shades and the breeze

like the way the galaxy is right now
filled by billion stars and pastel dust
with the stunning mist and enchanting lights
out of limit with no gravity

he is beautiful,
and *just beautiful.