When I look into your eyes,
I see my soul.
We are indeed one:
My thoughts are filled with thoughts
of you and you fill me
When we talk, my mind leaves my body,
joining your mind in the blue seas of South Beach,
where together they merge and create
magical metaphors, astonishing assonance
lively alliteration, among other things.
And yet, you are off limits.
In the here and now
there is no place for you in my life.
But my eyes can see the man who lives
just below the surface of the rough neck
punk you so proudly project.
are thought to be fruits of passion.
But it is you, my forbidden fruit,
for which my mouth waters,
my stomach craves,
my heart desires,
and my spirit yearns.