I want to place my hands
On his majestically made chest
Caress his flat stomach
Like a rainbow flag
Like a bright, black
And white tile, show him
How much I care as I write
My affectionately styled
Stanzas on his keen
And thick lips, be his
Brilliant red and orange
Sunset that hangs over his
Heavenliness, let my painter’s
Hand travel alongside
His sideburns like a flat
Firm synthetic paintbrush
Marvel at his hair, how it
Flows in wavelets like a stream
Savoring his beauty like
An eastern mammoth mountain
Like a tropical blue sea where
The breeze plays its jazz notes
Across the summer skyline