the sun sets and
the night speaks as if indeed
I exist to witness
a sea of arousal in spirit
as you touch my hand
as you kiss my lips
as you stand in my presence
you cure my fascism
you cure my relativity
you cure my abilities
your eyes tell of your hidden prize
your words are as if pressed into resilience
and mark my words today
when I say I wish I could hand you a medal
for your treasured laughter
and your immeasurable sacrifice
pleasuring my insatiable
and relentless passion
for you