There’s something about
The way the candles
reflect on your tan body —
The way the warmth
And the dance of the fire
Makes everything about you
So appetizing;
So appealing.
There’s something about
The orange of your skin
And the rosy scent of it
That allures me
In the most lustful
And loving way —
In the most shallow
And meaningful way.

love when you are ready —
not when you are lonely

Why are you sad?* I asked, giving him a kiss.
It’s because every time we part,
I always have this longing of
Wanting more time with you, he said.

I always want more of you.
It’s always never enough —
A day will never be enough,
He told me with solemness.

He looked up at me and made a promise:
I promise you I’ll be the man,
The man that will spend all eternities with you
And I won’t ever be tired of it.

I love you, that’s why.
I love you in all the curves and edges —
All the patches and etches
In my temporary body

For now, I’m becoming that man;
Slowly, but I will be.
I’m not saying that I will grab all the stars in the sky
Because then, all the glimmer in you will disappear.

All I promise is,
I will be the man that is right for you.
But for now, I’m only becoming
More than the man of your dreams.

I gave him a shy smile and thought,
You will be the man, I know,
You’ll be the man I’ll spend my entire life with.
*But for now, you’re still my rose bud boy.

Every time you hold her hand
I hope she holds it tighter than your grip
Like I used to;
I hope you see me.

Every time you hold her body against yours
Like a blanket,
Warmth for your cold heart;
I hope you see me.

Every time you look into her eyes,
I hope you see constellations
In the universe of her wholeness;
I hope you see me.

Every time you kiss her with your chapped lips --
Hers, soft and warm against yours --
I hope you taste endless summer and winter;
I hope you see me

Every time you say 'I love you'
To the woman who replaced my place in your heart,
I hope you see me, too;
Because until now, the only thing I see
Is you

He reminded me of a song;
No words but pure symphonies — 
Only the strumming and plucking
Of the strings of the guitar.

Tragically and harmoniously beautiful,
He was the solace of my melancholy — 
Every part of his angelic wholeness
Filled with wonder and all things lovely.

He fitted perfectly, in my empty spaces,
Lyrics unsung and words unspoken.
And with every breath he exhaled,
He filled my heart to its brim.

It hurts —
My body aches for your embrace;
My mouth yearns for your kisses.
God, I really wish we didn't have to…
But you understand.
It’s for the best, right?

It hurts so much
Here in my heart:
Where you should be;
Where traces of you still linger
In the crevices of my brain
And in the chambers of my heart.

I’m sorry.
I know it’s hurting you, too.
I still love you;
And I know you still love me.
But maybe we weren’t supposed to be.
Not now, at least.

But someday,
When we’ll start right;
When we don’t have to hide what we are;
When we can show the whole ******* world
That they were wrong —
That we were, indeed, in love

I believe

That we’ll find our way

Back to each other.


No matter how long


Or how far.



I will wait with you.




I will wait.