I wanted to be the angelic place
inside your escape, a strong passion
glowing on the surface of your muscled
chests, a smooth saxman playing jazz
along your dazzling abs – the last riveting
note nuzzling your throat.  A scintillating
tone diving into your bones of starlight
wonder.  To be a colossal of stars
making your soul complete, a majestic
flicker, an ethereal existence emerging
from the still seas into your intricate
spacecraft.  The blazing chemistry shining
in your hazel eyes, the moon releasing its great
enchantment into your starry frame.
The river of your cheeks opening in absolute
exquisiteness, a benevolent peace, soothing
slow jams gliding down your vibrant thighs
and knees, flawless feet arriving at paradise.
I wanted your blissful kinetic energy, the ebullient
similes sputtering rapturous rockets around your
heart.  I needed to be your beginning
and ending, the one poem in your mind
reminding you that wherever you may go,
I would always be around to make you whole.