I want to travel all the days of my life
with you, feel your galaxy rocking
in me, emerging beats jamming
like engines, your flesh calling me
in the darkness, the fields of your treasured
lips opening over a soft bed of poetry
gleaming in the inland seas, your sun-kissed
shoulders playing lovely lyrics on my smooth
cheeks.  I want to be lost in your wave, take
in the throat of the streams and scintillating
saxophones, thugging trombones, muscle
drums rumbling in your ripped chests,
gorgeous abs, the vibrant breeze swaying
under your arms, the stars sparkling
around the valleys of your hips, breathtaking
equations lining the exterior of your thighs.
To run my fingers down your throat, my eyes
following every vessel of symmetry, my skin
sinking in your captivating chemistry, my hands
wanting to clasp the waves of your waist,
allow your enormous energy to release itself to me,
**** syllables dancing between my knuckles,
as I inhale your continent, every invigorating
scent surfacing your strong bones, wanting
to take in the luminescent spaces, climb
inside the opening of your labyrinth, to kiss
the pages of your context, to nuzzle it
with my fingertips, to feel your rhythm explode
upon me, the bassline going crazy as I turn
your world inside out, splitting the margins
of your masterpiece, hypnotizing the double-spaced
sentences and paragraphs as you watch,
wanting to feel everything within your universe.