may be . . .

you packaged yourself
in a sensual container
something that no man with any sense
(sight, smell, touch, taste)
could ignore or fight against.


i clothed myself in the garb of a man
who walked the city streets alone at night,
seeing stars drowning in the dark abyss
(is there a god
within that void?)
and sensing his place as little more than
one
small
solitary
being
within a pool of many.

i needed to be needed.
craved both to be craved
and to crave another.
i longed to be longed for.
desired another to desire.
prayed to that
(possibly non-existent)
deity within the cosmos
to gift me with a lover to both love
and to be loved by.

and there you were.

too beautiful to ignore;
too enchanting not to be spellbound.
i am a man of many senses
and you captured them all with promises of being
needed
craved
longed for
desired
and loved.

too timely to be mere coincidence.
you left me with the answer to the
most profound musings of the universe
by showing up at exactly the moment
i needed you most.

if prayers are wishes and
dreams are our heart's desire
being spoken to the heavens,

may be, there is a god after all.