The Poetics of Mark Anthony

so many things together,

I wouldn't know where to begin,

but we have loved through it all,

like heroes in a story

only we would read.

Like star-crossed lovers

crossing the ocean of time

and still ending up

that they have all vanished into the wind,

but they are out there, and just like you,

they are waiting for somebody who is real,

somebody who can see beyond the bullshit,

somebody who wants to live a life of passion,

honesty, and humor. Somebody who wants

to hold your hand, and watch the sunset,

somebody who wants to laugh in the wind,

somebody who knows real love is the only love

and darkening

your eyes,

this music of fever and quiet,

your hands holding my lust

like a flame,

as I kissed you full of a million dreams,

and time

stood still as the mountain froze

into rain,

and when I came,

the rain began to fall outside

on the window,

like a million tiny hands

Watching you undress like the ocean

spreading across a sandy shore

and retreating back into the infinite

from which it came.

With each button you smile at me,

and with each snap of fabric,

you teased me like a child.

With each line of lace,

you erased me with your thumb,

and turned me into a thousand abstract

colors of desire. I wanted

to speak,

but I was smeared

upon your canvas in so many

strange and happy places,

only you could tell me