He moves like a masterpiece,
lean limbs and sun-kissed skin
dressed in sunset shades
dressed in sunset shades
He’s carefree but never careless
windswept hair and wide-eyed stare
so dark and deep he warms the bones
like fresh coffee on a winter morn
They giggle and whisper as he floats by,
like a thousand Icaruses chasing his light
caught up in his halo, blinded in a golden daze
But he rushes past, stars in his eyes,
his heart set aflame, his soul taking flight
as he runs to meet his lover in a periwinkle haze
Sweet smiling lips that glide like ships
in the velvet tide of her merlot kiss
Long, graceful fingers that gently linger
in the metallic thicket of her raven hair
Those adoring eyes that see futures rise
in the midnight shimmer of her onyx gaze
With a hummingbird touch, he traces each line
of the inked map she’s drawn upon her skin –
the avenues crowded with her proudest achievements
the town squares she built for festivals
the winding roads she carved into hostile terrain
the driveways of old homes and former lives
the dead-end streets of abandoned dreams
the shadowy alleyways where her secrets huddle
the locked gates of her heart she opens only for him
