I may never truly learn how to love this chest of mine, but I am sure that I could learn how to love what is buried inside of it.

I cannot draw on the moon... Cannot let my admiration literally shine down onto you, through the darkness. The moon is a poem within itself, but even the celestial beauty of that planet could not compare to the music that is your smile.

If I were to speak with a passion as warm and as slow as this, I assure you that you would listen... You would believe me. I would rather not deceive them, but it depends on how they perceive me, versus how I perceive my-definite-self.

Because I may be who they know me to be, but that does not make me what they presume me to be.

So call me strange, call me queer... Just know that you can call me any time and I will still be here, for you. I will not disappoint, nor shall I ever disappear, from you.

Because my heart is a compass and I am more than willing to travel all the way to 'Destination: You'. What an exciting journey! Alas, I can only go so far before feeling dehydrated... Yet I shall go on, for I have faith that you, of all oceans, will have the power to quench my thirst.

You are my seven seas, my poetry... My music, my long-lost lullaby... But you are more than just a masterpiece, darling. You are my sense of direction, for you are not only my art, but my heart... And you cannot help but stop beating, when I hear even so much as your greeting.

You wonder why... Ha. Je t'aime, ma chère, je t'aime... À bientôt, ma chère. I have not found you yet, but I am getting there.

Mundane
Supremacy
Amongst the lonely clouds; I watch
Them pass, racing slowly
For their crowds.
Their mantra
Is to always maintain motion,
Even when the destination
Is unknown,
And their path
Steadfast,
Like the winds that push
Them home.

(i.)

in love with you like
the cities I've never been to
and the places I've yet to reminisce
about: like I'm running out of time.


(ii.)

my fingers get wanderlust
at the sight of your bare skin
and they wish to roam on
fascinating geography:
but i've never wanted to
travel without your smile.

(iii.)
they say all roads lead to rome
but I wish all roads led to you, especially
driving on the highway at 80 mph:
still wishing life would slow down.

(iv.)
wishes wherever i happened to be:
i used to wish on wishing stars,
and pennies at fountains,
and dandelion seeds,
and really ******* anything:
but i stopped once i realized
they wouldn't bring you to where i was.

(v.)
i don't know
where our final destination is,
but i promise to always
wait for you at any train station
even if the tracks
lead to **nowhere.