Ma'tz.

you're that fifth element
which my sixth sense
fails miserably in every attempt
to discover your scent
for the simple reason
that the streets you walk
are streets no more
but rivers that flow and bent
at the whim of your will
and arm, even finger...
it's troublesome, really,
to discover bits of your trails
when you have the world as your garden
and it's covered in veils
resembling those mystic lores
like myths and tales
from which you're supposed to learn
that it's more about quest then treasure
but be as it may and call me selfish
for wanting you all for myself
that perfect smile, the laugh,
the naked ankle and sun burned skin,
and those treacherous eyes
painted jade that could lose oneself.

I'm not alone on this quest, no,
there are others up on their horses
searching this Earth night and day
for footprints lost in the sand
'coz how can you forget a foot made of silk
knitted by elves long forgotten?
you don't! you hold on to it,
hoping she'll come back again by sea or by land.

despise of the things
they all say about you being gifted,
they are wrong...and not,
maybe because you're more than gifted, you're a gift
and the things you do,
making them feel like toddlers in awe of their candies
while to me, you make my whole universe spill itself,
my existence you tilt and you shift
with that reach of you will,
and arm, even finger...
until things sow themselves to the time's table
the order it's convenient for you
which, to be honest,
never made much sense to me, but then again,
you're not making much sense to my heart either
and the sky still has clouds and the sky it's still blue

although I know this world
won't stop it's spinning for me
I trust that you'll stop me
from spinning this world
'coz I grew quite fond of tracking
the scent of your pace
while searching for markets
where your shadow's being sold.

for a change , I'd like to see you walk,
not in front of me but beside,
your hand searching mine
for I want to taste that smile in it's full beauty
also, it'll  have to be at night
so I can see your whole body glow from the moonlight;
that and a kiss in a place of you choosing,
let's say...my lips, for my epic work and duty.