I don’t know what he is,
Source of all my distraction
Like a muse full of words
that carries an inexplicable amount of
Imagination & inspiration.
His smile a constant attraction
where I felt the zeal on his soul
and a touch writing crystal
like a balled guiding me into an
unknown galaxy of stars & mystery.
Perhaps, I was being bursted by
a thousand little butterflies inside
Fleeting and drowning