As I read your captivating poetry
today, the smooth stanzas elevating
in synchronicity towards beaming
mansions, sheer diction shimmering
on the surface, flowery bright metaphors
coming to life in the sleekest spots, street
soul seeping into the heart of its spotlight,
my dazzled dynasty overtook with boundless
joy.  The slow-motion syllables rising
off the page into my flaming existence,
every sparkling simile growing beautifully
the way lovers blossom on a romantic occasion.  
And as I studied each crystal consonant,
the serene spaces separating each one
from the other, my body bursting
with curiosity as I sunk into the depths
of its world, my flesh wanting to feel
and breathe in your kingdom, taking in the
perfect depictions and illuminating tunnels,
the passionate moments rocking me
with dance jams, slow grooving mazes,
**** and salacious, the divine music
in my ears, swaying my sublime bones
into dizzy galaxies.   And I wanted to
embrace the engines of your ignition,
the wheels of your racing rollercoaster –
so adrenaline jumping, so rhythm bumping,
your whirling vessel an all-time masterpiece
sparking my skin.