It is you,
Your impossible being,
With every glance and every step and every touch.
It is you,
That makes me glitter.

A simple phrase,
And suddenly I am blooming with a thousand glowing dew drops.

A brushing of fingers,
Brings into fruition several sparkling stars within my body.

A delicate kiss,
Sending me into burning fireworks of passionate sensibility.

With casual obliviousness combined with genuine affection,
The bane of my fragile soul,
I become a shimmering image.

It is you,
A boy of naivety and a man of world-weariness,
With eyes like skies and lips like home.
It is you,
That makes me shine.