He knew that I had fallen
for his heart of stars, the
inner worlds of his harbor,
starry surfaces sparkling
above seas, artistic bridges,
his wholeness a towering
train of powerful designs,
my soul wildly searching
through the crevices of
his existence.  To walk
into his tunnel of truth
and thought, feel his
emotions intensify
inside my mind, his
consciousness a continent
I could digest, taking in
every perspective,
every perimeter,
every centimeter,
the shimmery spots
over sleek symmetry.
He knew that I imagined
sleeping next to him in
the silky sheets of extravagant
hotel rooms, our bodies
in perfect synchronicity,
**** brown eyes meeting
over passion and satin escapes,
cheeks flamed with lust
and desire, lips so full
of deliciousness and caramel
candy, hearts pumping hard
like vibrating drums as the
busy traffic breezed down
the scenic highway, their
engines rattling like thunder,
shadowy smoke surfacing
in the sky.  And as we made
love over incandescent slow
jams, our minds becoming one,
our flesh becoming drunk
in romantic rhythms, sinking
inside the softness of starbright
language and shining beauty,
I could hear the pleasing sounds
of serene oceans singing in the
background, gently kissing the
waves, inhaling the cradle
of creations, delightful mazes
and spectacular alleyways.