When I look into your eyes, 
I see my soul.

We are indeed one:

one mind,
one body
one spirit,
one love

My thoughts are filled with thoughts
of you and you fill me
completely
effortlessly.

When we talk, my mind leaves my body,
joining your mind in the blue seas of South Beach,
where together they merge and create
magical metaphors, astonishing assonance
lively alliteration, among other things.

And yet, you are off limits.
In the here and now
there is no place for you in my life.

But my eyes can see the man who lives 
just below the surface of the rough neck
punk you so proudly project.

Strawberries, 
kiwis,
and mangos
are thought to be fruits of passion.
But it is you, my forbidden fruit,
for which my mouth waters,
my stomach craves,
my heart desires,
and my spirit yearns.