A Night in Brickell

I wrote this poem last year when I had my solo trip to Miami. I was hitting a very low point and felt lost in life. I desperately needed an escape. I wanted to be a stranger; somewhere no one would recognize me. So I ended up on the beachfront, and I surrendered myself to the ocean tides. I positioned myself on the warm sand and let the sun scorched my sorrows away. The possibilities felt endless, and I opened myself up once again to this enigmatic world. By chance, I ended up spending an evening of merriment with a handsome stranger. We are all strangers until we are not.

We live in a nebulous world that can only be described as a conundrum of esoterica.

All the insecurities we are challenged with are uncertainties waiting to be understood.

We crossed path in the dark, and in the light, I saw a tall gorgeous boy.

Every neuron was aroused by his presence.

My eyes wanted to undress the stranger sitting in front.

We walked the brilliant streets fill with impressive skyscrapers.

My focus wandered between the lights and his presence.

Each word from his speech registered in my mind.

At last, we’ve arrived at his castle.

He lured me to the balcony, and we admired each other in the night.

As night draws close, he asked what I had sought after.

I knew what I had wanted, yet my fears had crept.

My mind desired a kiss, and my mouth spoke the words.

Our lips met for the first time, but he felt familiar.

I gazed into his eyes and a smile returned.

We knew where this tale was headed.

The bed was our destination.

I was acquainted with each motion between our bodies.

As the night came to a climax, I gave this gentle lover one last kiss.

I embarked the journey home alone and reflected on this adventure.

You and I are not broken, and there is nothing to be fixed.

We are neither defunct nor perfect.

The momentary feelings can be folly and misguided.

The passion we feel at the state of ecstasy can only be described as euphoric.

Yet the highs became dread as the night had ended.