My boyfriend was a lyrical majesty,
rainbow magic, musical tunes thrumming
deeply in my soul, a vessel of untamed
designs reigning supreme streets, his ebony
eyes a man of vast horizons.  Upbeat swag,
bright chiseled cheeks, dreadlocks dangling
behind his back like a suspended tree limb.
His bulging chests blossomed the way rushing
rivers flowed past flourishing crop fields
and huge houses, the veins rising and falling
in supersonic rhythms, his abs a prism
of powerful inventions turning the keys
in my ignition on, making my bones float
on spinning Saturn.  And I was in love
with his complex mind, how he was able
to change the equations of life into mind-blowing
mazes that challenged your existence,
how the fabric of fascinating foundations
sparked my flesh, his thoughts and feelings
entering my lips and ribs, the chamber
of my brain, unchaining my heart
as I embraced the boundless mountains
in his arms.  He was my enchanting king.
And as I ran my fingers around his muscles,
the sublime symmetry slipping in my skin
like gushing water, his smooth notes a beautiful
world that I adored, a majestic frequency,
a shimmering wavelength, a destination
making love to my mind.