What a beautiful state it is to be
As infatuated by someone as I am by you
The stagnance we yearn for feels fine when it arrives
But this, this is the real wonder
This
This feels like the tide
The drop in Mansa’s Uncomfortable
I forgot to run or hide
Vulnerable, combustible
Lost in a place I wish to stay
No light at the end of this tunnel
But leave me here, I pray
Leave me leaned by hafez’ soul
By his gift, kneeled, whole
Why is there war and anguish
When you my dear are alive
As intoxicated as the sufis
Into a thousand oceans, I dive
Rumi, cushion my fall
With words of love’s call
Keats, I shall live only in Summer days
For I wish to wake and sleep in this phase
Music enters where you stole
Room for any others to take
Sounds encapture, I stroll
And luxuriate amidst the lake
In the fields of my core
Let me write you a poem, four
Every sensation has more layers
More desire in my prayers
Every image or work of art
More excuisite, while we’re apart
Listening to Johnny Rain while it rains
You wander elsewhere but I remain
Entranced by thoughts of you
They tease and they please
Don’t stop, don’t you cease
Swimming in my depths
Savasana, focus on breaths
Oakland ting, 808 and patron
Internal ring, lost the ability to run
Fine as I do not wish to run from you
You’re wonderful
But it’s true,
The form I have of you in my mind
Is more flawless than you could ever be in person, I’ve been kind
You’re here, safe, preserved
However naive or undeserved
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