Honeymoon
In between the concrete and steel beams
of this suburban mecca,
Your twinkling laugh
and tiny shoulders,
Pulled me closer to a better place.
Where everything smells like
Vanilla and shines like starlight,
And the most insignificant thing
is part of an elaborate magic trick,
Making the world seem infinitely
Wonderful. Was there ever a time,
Where love was unkind?
I want to be higher than
Homo.
I do not want to be
“Same.”
I do not want to be
Primate, primitive,
paradoxical the thoughts of me being lesser
Than?
I want to be the top could I be anything less?
I am? They say: You’re the best you can be. This makes you a winner. You’re already the winner. You’re winning.