You’re not my distraction. You
are not eye candy for my gaze. You’re
not the minus to my plus. You
are not the cause of my racing pulse. You’re
beautiful for you first, and you
are worth loving on your terms. I’m
not your subtraction, and I
am not part of your equation. I’m
not your opposite formulation. We
are tropical islands without quays. We’re
not together on this ocean, but we
are not traveling alone at sea, are we?
