dear delano,
how i dream of you
how i dream of delivering you into my drifting dedication.
how i dream of deepening my drive towards a destiny
where you shine as a single star in a private sky
and i can’t understand
why
why
why
dear delano…
doubtlessly you’ve seduced me
doubly
once drawing with your words and verbs
twice dazed with your deliverance of distracting dances
dare i drink down these decadant ideas?
where you split my dimunitive thoughts of love into
factions that war which each other
all demanding undivided attention
to twin with my detailed fantasies
and give birth to legions of desire?
dare i
dear delano?
how i desire you
how i desire to please you
how i desire to endlessly caress every corner of your soul
why dont you know
the extent to which you unravel my royal mask
exposing my heart’s virginity?
and i just want to bring you into my present tense
and i stay up nights riddling….
how
how
how
dear delano?
and when will our spirits tango in step to the universal tune
of pore creating friction enough to make perspiration bead
into a slightly salty spice to tease the palate
for the subsequent bodily emanations
which twitch betwixt
the feast of twinned tongues flipped similiarly on necks ears backs shoulders legs ankles fingers elbows
i only await
being dear to you
before i proceed,
dear
delano…