lonny

          last night, i had a dream: 
          
          my love gathered me in his arms,
          whispered to me in rouge, the incandescent roots of his need, 
          called me his pretty, little/petite,
          and observed
          sun-kissed petals unfurl, shedded seeds of peony-infused symphonies trigger the once-docile riots unstitch themselves from my skin like doves freed under the tyranny of a million others,
          oh, how i watched him stride across my dreamscape and swallow down the confessions of my desire through the bitterness of a prescribed penance. 
          - i had burned with a fervour so-intense; its only hope of being extinguished lied at the union of our heartbeat. 
          
          now here i am, summoning the echo
          of your apricot-sweet bisous on 
          my lips, nestled in the remnants of your warmth,
          glowing golden under the glimmering gaze of your grace, 
          stomach churning, a cherry-red washed down by the phantom of your poetry tucked beneath my tongue, 
          the strawberry moon shaped shadow of your lips pressed into the alcove of my cherry-red stained neck.
          - here i am, half-beaming with marigolds blooming in the pits of my soul -searching for yours, twin-flame. 
          
          tonight i follow your footsteps 
          pave a path to the very entrance
          of your castle, 
          stood in all your glory, six foot one, 
          fur tipped wings spanning out in 
          a gentle, manly, kind-of fashion only
          you can master,
          your sculpted head of tangled curls
          - michelango’s muse - 
          i call you, 
          and we collide, bursting brighter than
          supernovas, 
          we are immortals- immortalised by Love. 
          
          so i take flight with you
          for the first time, 
          flushing shades darker than 
          the lilac temple of lavender branchlets
          you planted in my cranium,
          utterly strengthened by our union. 
          
          l’amour de ma vie,
          oh, how you liberate me. 

kocham cię 

last night, in my dream, an angel
          -with honey-hazel orbs and a crown of vanilla combed curls-
          visited me, 
          
          he kissed me 
          with such tenderness
          [for a split-second, i felt almost angelic, equally ethereal] 
          
          love spilled from his lips
          like molten gold
          and sowed a series of seeds 
          beyond the surface of my soul, 
          
          i inhaled the fragrant, manly 
          scent of him
          sensed it settle- 
          no, 
          diffuse into each of my limbs
          caress and conquer every knot,
          before peace prevailed all
          
          he held me
          immortally warm to the touch
          glistening and glowing like the very
          gods were perplexed by his
          glory
          
          ...until i awoke, 
          my stomach churning,
          spiritually gleaming
          in the hope that one day, 
          i too, can grow wings
          and join him in the 
          pursuit of that love.
          
          tonight and to all future nights:
          i will fall asleep
          with the taste of his honey gold 
          sweetness on my lips,
          with the memory of his 
          cheeky eyes and seraphic smile
          pressed into the pocket 
          of my satin sheets.

— it seems as though zeus has forsaken me,
          so allow me to worship at the temple of another deity; 
          no, it is impossible for anyone to claim i’ll have dabbled in all kinds of sin — 
          
          for the boundless favours and cadeuax 
          you have bestowed upon me remain unequal.
          
          grant me your strength, tantamount to a torrent of tides 
          and endow me with your permission: 
          to drown in a deluge of this desire for you, to declare yourself as the divine, 
          deflower me, 
          i beg you, baptise me as yours, 
          for i will no longer devote myself to another entity, so long as i last, 
          
          drive me to the center of this universe, our lourdes, so all can flock to admire the beauty of my beau,
          set my heart on fire with the inferno blazing in yours,
          give me access to your agony and let us withstand the pressure of it together,
          powerful as one
          indestructible as two, 
          let us take this suffering and reign over all,
          you have endured far worse than i could ever,
          you are my kingdom, be my king, take your throne, 
          
          — there is no need to take aim. you’ve already pierced my heart with your golden arrow, it is yours to capture. i am your captive. my golden man. my apollo. my zeus. my london. 

and i want nothing more than to snuggle into you, offer you all of the bisous my lips can form, relieve you of all of your burdens, and to tolerate all of that pain for you instead. ti amo, my strong warrior. my ares. king of all 

public service announcement: lonny has a small dick 

my boy 

please, take my heart and make it yours.
          
          —my love letters to you.