Noise.

I love you the same as noise, quivering in a pattern of soft sounds. Then you intensify in 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 all our naked forms. An understanding one seeks through pilgrimage to Mecca, Guadalupe or Lumbini, and the Temple of Solomon.

I wish to see you in your colors, silence, and in your light. Listen to all you hear when screams are too loud. Your passion I feel on its tip, 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… 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.