How could I not imagine
my tender flame meshed
with his fluorescent frame,
the various angles and curves
in his illustrious design, his eyes
a cerulean lake of luminous
escapes, glistening cheeks
I wanted to caress, to feel the
romance roll in from the clouds
towards our iridescent dimension,
to envision his arms pressed
against my waist, unraveling
every crescent chamber, every
lurid light within my horizon.
How could I not wish he was
gay and share in my eternal
seas of love, dance in the
driveways of my home,
rock to the beating nations
pounding in various destinations,
swirling sweetness I could
dream inside my mind,
exuberant consonants and vowels
spinning inside upbeat streets.
How could I not stay up throughout
the night and see his crystal-clear
depiction meeting me in harmony,
his enticing flesh a place I could rest,
a bridge I could walk upon
and lose myself in the skyline,
surf inside his endless waves,
taste the sweet nectar streaming
through his veins, all the days
and nights of his life a glorious
galaxy I could live inside of and
never return back to reality.