Vandalism

I love  
the way  
his pen  
flows  
freely
whilst scribing  
his  
unadulterated  
sticky love  
notes  
plastered  
all over  
my walls
like a modern
day  
vandal
unveiling
the layers  
of all  
things  
eclipsed
in the night  
scribbling
his
hidden notions
and
masked devotion
of beauty
found
in his  
vulnerability  
and  
I wonder  
through  
the halls  
of his  
dark psyche  
with my dimly lit
lantern  
to finger-paint  
a mud map  
to his heart
stroking  
his fiery  
rock hard
desire
here & there
colourful
and  
vibrant  
his  
very own
masterpiece
unveiled  
outlining  
checkpoints
by the years
from there to here
of what  
shoulda
coulda
woulda been
had I not  
been  
in pursuance  
of more  
than  
being  
kept
and that  
kept me  
on the  
peripheral  
of his  
vision  
lingering  
on the outskirts  
of his  
red hot
thoughts  
just  
outta reach  
and his  
inner voice  
still  
captivates me  
cradling  
memories  
of better  
days  
when my  
lunchbox  
antics  
kept us  
gravitating  
towards  
his waning  
moonlight  
to savour  
the beauty  
of his
irreplaceable
heartfelt  
prayers
and  
our reaction  
still
simmering
like a chemical  
peel  
renewing  
our bond  
from  
decade to decade  
proffering  
unconditional love  
boundlessly  
whilst  
undressing  
the complexities  
we share  
to bare  
ourselves  
in a blatant  
act of self  
preservation  
with a mutual  
love  
that left  
a blazing trail  
as bright  
as a meteorite
and  
i love you  
lingers  
on the  
edge  
of my  
lips
as my  
fingertips
tap dance
on thin  
air  
slightly distracted
as he  
holds  
my heart  
to ransom.