Your hand feeling on my chest –

fingers sliding across tattoos and muscle –

brings the freedom and the never-setting sun.

Your sweet, shy smile melts me,

it owns me,

it is me.

I am endless,

I am power,

I am alive.

The fury and the fear,

the dance and the death,

my love and your lust;

our lust is our love.

Life counts down hopes like

these wasted seconds, minutes,

and I shoot for the stars in your eyes.

Love me,

I need you.

Don’t ever say goodbye.