The Book of Mazes

He is the book in a series of mazes of himself that I wish to read.

Words that were never spoken cut shy of a voice.

He is my light at the end of the tunnel.

And I want him.

ALL of him.

Mostly I want to steal his heart and take him away to faraway places.

I want to show him the world.

He is like a series of mazes.

And I follow him.

Letters are left unwritten.

One small turn and he turns another page inside my book.

Pulling me closer to his body.

The smell of men’s Irish Spring soap filling my nostrils…..

But his body….

Chiseled with muscle.

He is complicated and I can never figure him out.

I want him

I love him

And he would try his best to say I am insane because I am insane about him.