trevor

he's so fly, with his curly locks

his smooth skin and pure texture

God must've been dreaming of angels when he drew you up.

i could only ask so much as to say "hi",

a brief meeting

until by some cosmic chance we meet again

(it could've only been by some force of astrology that i chanced upon your acquaintance at all)

but till then i still have my interpretation

of what it is rumoured heaven must look like

a picture of perfection imprinted on my memory

until another storm brings you my way

i accept your silent apology for your intrusion.