Noise.

I love you the same as noise, quivering in a pattern of soft sounds. Then you intensify, in a vibration, coming on dark, moody and strong. Unique, the nights I look forward to, knowing the man you are…

Furious, in love, and devoted to knowing you and me in all our naked forms. An understanding one seeks through a pilgrimage to Mecca, Guadalupe or Lumbini, and the Temple of Solomon.

I wish to see you in all your colors, silence, and in your light. Listen to all you hear when hurt screams too loud. Your passion I feel on its tip even when you hide, it is the explosion sitting on the inside edge of a volcano. And when you sleep, you breathe so rhythmically and quietly, it is the sound in between thunder chasing lighting, about two minutes a part. You slide up my side in one motion, holding me to you so tight. I will be right back, Prince.

And you respond, clenching me to your chest … No, stay here in my arms.

If I could stand inside of you, running through your every thought, I would enjoy the day within your solitude, not wanting to escape. And I would only wish to play again, in the field outside your happiness, holding you within soundlessness, closest to my heart.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.
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