I failed to understand
why saints —and lovers
behave as they do,
so rash and illogical,
maybe until the point that
it’s no longer rational.
Until someone
made my heart
come alive.

I want to lay my head on your lap
having you pet me and play with my hair

Sing for you an old song,
that reminds me of you

And then talk to you about the random-est of things
seeing you smile and laugh over my silly thoughts

I hope to see you happy then,
as my consciousness slip away and drifting to sleep

Sometimes,
it’s the little things
that counts as a
highlight.

She kissed me.
She kissed the devil.
Only a beautiful soul like hers’ would kiss the ******.
And as I press my lips
hard against hers,
tasting her desire,
her pain,
her love,
her confusion.
At once
I’m in two places,
two worlds,
two lives