Was I wrong to fall for a
straight man who was far
from my dimension, sublime
streets, exquisite masterpieces
I could press my fingers upon
and feel the moments of his
life sift inside my skin,
the smell of his alluring
cologne all over me, azure
eyes on the edge of my existence,
his timeless century
an invention of intelligence,
and the true rhythms of the
universe.  Was I wrong to
wish that I could spend the
rest of my life enclosed in
his arms, to travel around
the world beside his beautiful
attraction, marvel at the
magnificent scenery –
seagulls standing by the pond,
the nightlife enchantment
bursting in the boulevard,
city lights igniting brilliant
beams of pure magic in the air,
my heart coming closer
and closer to your kingdom.
Was I wrong to gaze at the
bright pictures of his dazzling
depiction, reminisce about
our times walking along the
boardwalk, hands intertwined
like two lovebirds, peering at
the shimmering sky, how the
hues changed in various creations,
how when the waves crashed
onto the shore, our bodies
came closer together, inhaling
the music moving in the breeze,
blossoming palm trees inviting
us into a night of epic passion.