I am consumed by a love concocted of carnivals, carousels, and the color green.
My heart beats to the sound of the circus but if I were a lion, you could not tame me.
I want to be wild and free with you, feel you, feel your thoroughbred horse skin over muscle,
then muscle against bone until we are running with our backs to the neon lights,
moving through time in a space of supernovas,
completely unbridled movement of hips and hooves and heavenly angels,
then it's your firefly wings burning through me like a Saturday night fever
and I'm sweltering under your touch,
but my love for you is strange
because as you hold me with empty arms,
I realize that I have been writing passionate poems
about days that were never ours
and moments that I only wished.
So God if you can hear me
please let me have him
or at least give me the strength to move on.