Pretty Boys

Dreamy boy. You got those

Bright eyes which flash on/off,

Elongated lashes worn like elegant theater curtains,

Which you lower and raise without notice, entrapping my audience

In an unbearable war between radiance/silence

Dreamy boy, structured intimately

By divine palms and heavenly fingers, the Unseen shows himself

Through your talents, beauty being only one, each feature sings

Every delicately placed freckle, fine line, and hair- a scale-

All of which ignite lost passion, all of which coarse through me.

Dream with me, boy – take me with you-

Traveling lips, slightly parted, conjoined by mutual desire,

(Keeps me) following you, like the tail of a comet,

Longing for our destruction, crash landing on some

Incandescent moon