Is there a law without a crime?
There’s gravity in that thought.

“I am who I appear to be,”
Said the man.
“Only most of me does not appear.”

“I am who I appear to be,”
Said the god.
“Only most of me is not apparent.”

“Ah,”
Said the man.
“You and I are not so different.”

“Yes,”
Said the god.
“And no.”

As I held her, she laughed.
Because I didn’t know whether she smelled of

Roses,
Lavender,
or Vanilla.

And I laughed.
Because I knew whether we wander

English gardens,
or the hills of Provence,
or Aztec temple grounds together,

I think only of how she smells as I hold her.

As I sit in my gilded prison
Anxiety rattling the bars with her baton,
I pray for those in far worse jails,
With far worse jailers.

Yesterday
I had the time of my life
And it was amazing.

I roamed the ends of the earth
Consuming all I experienced
And touching those I love.

Today
I am having the time of my life
And it is amazing.

A specter roams the ends of the earth
Consuming all it experiences
And touching those I love.

Tomorrow (if granted one more day)
I will have the time of my life
And it will be amazing.