I felt the need to post this here as well. The first poem I wrote for Him that I felt captured even a small portion of my feelings for Him.
You are a gorgeous ghost of a god,
teasing with sweet whispers in my ear, but
always slipping through my fingers
when I try to capture that smoulder
that could melt both polar ice caps,
or the way that fire clings to your shoulders
after a steamy shower.
I’ve spent hours slaving over
mediocre paintings and pouring over
a vocabulary that has no words for you.
Wedding bells will toll and I will show up
in a tuxedo at your feet
because I cannot speak
the words to say how much you mean to me. My
heart cannot be still long enough for me to
translate the beating into art that
does justice to your fleeting, flaming self.
You are the reason I lie awake at night
and the reason I sleep. I need you
in my life, and you are always
on my mind and yet I find I fail at
each and every attempt to express
this incredible and distressing love. You
are the brightest gods-damned star in my sky
and I don’t care if I go blind—I will stare
into the heart of your light until
I finally get it right.